Hivelords - Soothsayer Worm lyrics

Fold into land Crawl back to oceans In crystal vaults and gold prisons Pots of mud; vestigial tongues Take these my witnesses Burn the votives Each lunar cycle's crest My lord is taken by seizures And plucks his people's limbs Without visible pretense With lecherous relish The mangroves drowned The crane's beak trembled in my teeth I drew the ire of the Father Star And ribald jubilation of worms The solid ground Became dust beneath my feet And I gazed into a visage Made to resemble fear Swallowed by dreams I couldn't speak I couldn't eat Amid foul murmurs demanding blood rivers Fold into land Crawl back to oceans My king of late has not listened Warnings fall upon earfuls of dung The servants writhe with pestilence Who will save them?