Without any warning, banished into air
Lacking songs of mourning, the Passages were bare
They’d risen off the ground and flown above the trees
Those who were not found, had then ceased to be

A Secret in the Past, a Throne without a King
Some of them were Gassed for Words they could not bring
A man atop the Skull caught the Spear between his Ribs
Their memories were dulled, murdered in their Cribs

Deep inside the womb, guarded very well
Awaits a living Tomb, another term in Hell
The Vehicle of Dreams goes sadly on its way
The Delusion was Supreme, but a Price must now be paid

Mater Terrae, virgin of death
Another soul, its end has met
Rex Mundi, call out to us
Turn us to ashes, turn us to dust