AMARANTHINE [better an apocalypse] Songtext

Deep in the ground, I am breathing
Tendons extending to the molten coil of the earth like runes
Your amaranthine gaze falls upon me
Time and space freeze and spontaneously bloom
The finest light could never reveal the softness with which you hold me
Better a synthine, better an apocalypse
Better an apocalypse

[?]
Destroy, divine, destroy
Destroy, divine, destroy
Dеstroy, [?] destroy
[?]
Destroy
Destroy
Dеstroy
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