Die serpent of set tide time. The fall of the great tree. Fly love locked seventeen. Live free. Crawling through the hallowed, and dried, like a insidious motion lets see the crevasse of time. Wretched the fall. All of you step foot. And die. All. Skeleton of the great tree like a lie you crevasse of time.
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
