Source Of Tide - Final Battle (An Ode to the Art of Self-Destruction, Part II) lyrics

[Thus they speak:] Bright twilight twinkled like silver The world seemed to be filled with warmth It was no place for us As we were dissolved in sorrow (Light is darkness itself.) Full-moon rising towards ma**ive dark Nor the darkness itself Shows us dark as the light itself [Sorrow and agony:] We used to ride the night bu*terflies When we were submerged in the smoke of your powers Their souls seem to twinkle in silver light The skies gave us mist and flowers.. (Light is darkness itself.) In this sticky swampiness of your hands We dressed our souls in colours of the Flowers and lights And while our songs cried Against the human race Our tired voices in the Flash of lights did blaze So a bird built a nest in our skies And your smoke became our roof.. As we know our mother, you destroyed her Only to remain the ruins of her beauty So we prepared for the final battle When nature itself turned against man In those words of self determination; We sing an ode to the art of self destruction Full-moon rising towards ma**ive dark Nor the darkness itself Shows us dark as the light itself [War:] And the hills were burned to make our bodies old So again and again the moon grows cold We lived so little and yet too much But still the evenings are as beauty as dawn of birth (Light is darkness itself.) Full-moon rising towards ma**ive dark Nor the darkness itself Shows us dark as the light itself Shows the wholeness of darkness The true manifestation of black-end Shows itself by the source of tide