The Waters Of Lethe

An ancient chasm dweller resides within a body of porcelain
In a home beside a swelling sea that withholds the breath of an army

Celestial beings bear the weight of unbridled fear
Hammering down upon thy sacred order
This home becomes her sanctuary
As you lay to rest for the very last time

She breaks free of encasement to float above your comatosed vessel
For the Moon shall never beam without reviving thine everlasting wistful nightmare

I exist
Tell them that I am free
I will rise
As the clouds darken across the sea
I am free
I am ascension
I am the soil, still uncorrupted
From the lost scars
And that's why they leave us unburied alone

I am free
I am ascension
I am the soil, still uncorrupted

I am free

I am free
From the grip of this life force
Flesh and bone halt me no longer
I am never ending
My senses awaken