Текст песни Autochthon

Hands and knees grasping earth
The shining rust
Eggshell eyes
Brimming madness
Drink deep

The tumult fades,
The silence dreams of nothing

The tree is as old as age,
Branches grow, arcane fractals
Whispering to you of gentle vacuum and release

Rest your weary brow in laughing, sighing boughs,Krallice - Autochthon - http://ru.motolyrics.com/krallice/autochthon-lyrics.html
Soothe your fevers in the pulsing bark and rot,

And dream of nothing.

Drown your sorrows in murmurings,
That fissure from gnarled growths and red earth,
"The taker-away of pain...
... and the giver-back of beauty!"

Cast your eyes into your eyes,
As veins and roots become one,
As worlds spill from inchoate thoughts,
As you fade.