Psycroptic Upon These Stones
[Verse 1]
Drawn to sacred earth again
One final breath
Wisdom of the few
Upon these stones of power
[Chorus]
Lurking mouling minds
Sweet poison falls like rain
The might of the fallen passed down
Seeking solitude against the few
[Verse 2]
Minds open to the path ahead
Enlightened state mistaken for sickness
So many questions, so little answers
The hymns of nature never heard
[Chorus]
Lurking mouling minds
Sweet poison falls like rain
The might of the fallen passed down
Seeking solitude against the few
