Seasons of decay They made us weak They made us wait For our bones To push through the gray Earthen tomb In which we lay And the rain Hit the air and turned to snow And the snow Touched the ground and then it froze And the roads That we roamed all turned to floes And on these Did we row the endless seas Masters of our fate We called us peace We called us hate For the rest Of our earthly days We made our home Into a grave And the rain Hit the air and turned to snow And the snow Touched the ground and then it froze And the roads That we roamed all turned to floes And on these Did we row the endless seas Our mother who Gave birth to you Is now a part of everyblood Our father who Sired you Is now a part of everyblood Our children who We never knew Are now a part of everyblood
everyblood, snow, floe, turned, roamed