Before anything expelled breath upon the earth Boanet had formed

Seething between any of the worlds

That supported pumping vein ridden lifeforms for them to feed onGold blood

Breeding, any life will light a beacon

Leaching through the womb of any creature

Latching onto anything in utero and trading them with every living human newborn

Growing in each ripe host undetected

Gold blood courses inside the parasitic mouth

They will take us now!

One could not escape the bind of that which cloud bloom

And feed inside the birthing caverns of their own kind

They grow, we die

You would think that what they were and what they wanted

Would′ve mattered yet the many fell under their pliable delineator

Seething between any of the worlds

That supported pumping vein ridden lifeforms for them to feed on

Gold blood

Breeding, any life will light a beacon

Leaching through the womb of any creature

Latching onto anything in utero and trading them with every living human newborn

Remaining undetectable up until the final fetal breach

Gold blood courses inside the parasitic mouth

Nothing ever written could define the global hell to follow

Prenatal inquiry during its trimester, sentencing could not begin to uncloak

The new lifeform that gnaw on the humans umbilical feed while it soaks in the swell of the host

A parallel dimensional metamorphosis immediately triggered by the scent of our realm

Claiming and leading our young into forced abandon

Bleed the future

On arrival, there is a shift in the voice of the witness

The future is bled

There is a cloud that forms over the eyes of the birther

When from the deep the creature is born

Within their blood they create, they will alter the end of the end

For in their mouth the future is made

If in the glare of their gold we burn our eyes

Look again, look again

For in their blood a new path awaits

Within their blood they create, they will alter the end of the end

If in the glare of their gold we burn our eyes

Look again, look again

They will take us now!

One could not escape the bind of that which cloud bloom

And feed inside the birthing caverns of their own kind

They grow, we die

You would think that what they were and what they wanted

Would've mattered yet the many fell under their pliable delineator

Seething between any of the worlds

That supported pumping vein ridden lifeforms for them to feed on

Gold blood courses inside the parasite

Breeding, any life will light a beacon

Leaching through the womb of any creature

Latching onto anything in utero and trading them with every living human newborn

Remaining undetectable up until the final fetal breach

Gold blood

Animated into matter, taking over the entire planet

With a foreign power they inherently developed over many eons

In a battle to consume our kind

The future is bled

The future is born

The future is gone