Fallen grains
Will breed the race
When they fallow
Bodies rise again
Why call my name?
I, Atma
Magnet of pain
Causal nature of the
Poor mans game
Fine, Ill play your game!
Calls you last
Neither friend nor foe
Consolation of
Your deathblow
Writhing, in defiance
Bribing, the alliance
Probing, seeking deeper
Lying, in this carnal tide
Empty woes
Will feed your life
As you wait
For your paradise
Why call my name?
Die or dont
She wont let go
The fervent dealer
Of your carnal throes
Fine, Ill play your game!
Thy saviour
My Lord is, they say
Let God almighty
Then end this game
Riding, on your conscience
Abiding, by emotions
Floating, feeling weaker
Dying, in this carnal tide
Writhing, in defiance
Bribing, the alliance
Floating, feeling weaker
Dying, in this carnal