The Psalm Of Lydia

When I blacked out in the winter months of
CapricornI had a strange dream that
I lived a thousand winters gone
A thousand winters faded gray and shuttered by the wind
To tell the tale of
Lydia, her legacy begins uprising
Unveiling the absurdity in the tragedy of man
And its hero the all seeing worm
The pain is born from memory of pleasures unparalleled and pure
In velvet sleep
I live the past again
There is no chance to release me, no answer to bring peace
Some people conjure dreaming, sanctified electric karmic burn through
The pigs, they marched from under to pull down the moon
And summon the bringer of doom
Now sullen the demons fade away and summon their final call
Lydia slayed them all
The pain is born from memory of pleasures unparalleled and pure
This is the psalm of
LydiaOh my sweet
Lydia the others have told me it is not your time to leave
It is not your time, youve so much more to see