Septic Flesh The Eyes Of Set
The seer of Set can recognize the negative evolution of consciousness Empires forged, prospered and scattered like the sand-hills, they seemingly disappear but are never lost The Eyes of Set rivers of life made of sweat and blood score the slave's skin as Nile scores the parched plain The giant rocks he hauls are never endingly creating monuments to snakes that change their skin Miserable descendants of Sisyphus just play their role as body obeys to the intentions of the mind The Eyes of Set "They are the grass, we are the blade that reaps redemption. Praise Set and join the stormt hat will turn their hopes into dust".
