Perpetual Generations (The Atlas Moth)

I sing that sacred harmony that makes our minds align in the old way I sing that sacred harmony to know what its like to finally be free Praise for the wicked and a curse for the earth heroes die Diseased we wait on the altars of ash Rats will devour the sky Home is a lie Home feels like a lie straight from holes in the earth take me to the place where the stars arent dying home feels like a lie