Virus Red Desert Sand song lyrics

The wrath of old rocks

placed upon the ridges

Bastions of the universe

Never fully spent

the sediments has taken them

The cold and damp has returned

Hear the thighless mother

in her inverted travail

Her shrieks float in the infinite blue

As the stars treat

how volcanoes are born

in the distorted red

From the slow slopes

and in the early winds

it echoes from all around