The Archive - Wormwood

But carved in flesh and the soul of the earth

The whispers of the wind will cease to be

All we hear is the wailing of the oceans plea

If life by the miracle of death will rise again

When our monuments lay in ruins, we’re the ones to blame

As the last rays of the dying daylight fade

Remember that our perseverance was in vain

Th shrunken corpses of our loved ons are the heirlooms we leave for no one to

witness

— Are we the creators of an avoidable end, or are we the parasites that are

destined to fail?

A final wish to preserve our memories

One last breath, One last regret

And with this final message to the future we’ll never see

A final wish to preserve our memories

Man deserves to die

Crack the ribcage of Gaia

Expose the rot which is us

We poisoned the well a millennia ago

And forced everyone to drink

Now let us drown

Breath in and forget

The fault that which is us

We are the ghosts of the past

Remembered by the few who last