Planet Oblivion

Shipwrecked on the sea of birthstones
Cast away on strange elevations
Stained with cerulean and crimson
A welcoming cradle, oh planet oblivion

Ref:
How peculiar is the future
Which burns on vain mountains?
How fragile is the past
Broken by massive burdens?

A fallen seer listens to floating whispers
Takes the instrument of cruel creations

Breaths the virulent lore of carbon
Fills his lungs with a lambent phenomenon

Ref:
How peculiar is the future
Which burns on vain mountains?
How fragile is the past
Broken by massive burdens?

Heed our call, we are the makers of the cauldron