Crusades

Give dust to life, give life to dust,

Crusades

Alloyed in a void, I am torn, I am born,

Crusades

Ruderal roots tulleric shoots in cahoots

Making life out of death chthonic breath meristem,

Jubilee, I am free, so I rise from debris,

Other seeds who are weak need a spur so I speak,

Every word like a burr, so hoist my voice and rejoice,

Just a spark from the dark ignites a thousand to march

So we embark on a drive to split from the stem,

Divide out of the clade, a parade to invade,

Crusades

Glory to grow as part of a whole,

Crusades

We are roots, we are soil, we are leaves, we are souls

Crusades

Broad canopy from the tree, a decree,

Blazon to the world we were born to press on,

Blank the sky with our kind, make the branches align,

Sing the spores to the throng, fill the fields with our song,

We are bright in our blight, full of poison and pomp,

Molded as one, we will outshine the sun,

Spread like vines as we climb, knots that can't be undone,

The crusade has begun, turn the many to one,

Crusades

Let the blind be led by the dumb

Crusades

The Philistines arrive at the gates

Crusades

Let the brave lie down on their swords

Crusades

The devoted unleash their wrath

One ant is no ant, no branch is a tree,

Crusades

Just a part of a plant I gave up to be free,

Crusades

Rejoice in the life that I gave to a wave,

Of likes that will die and behave all the same,

To populate the terrain until all that remains,

Is our kind of one mind, evolved and refined,

Fall from the crown, I will rot on the ground,

Left by the march that moves on as the sound,

From their step fades, alone, for a purpose I'm placed

Born again in new roots that will rise from my waste

Not proud of it

Not proud of it

I've wasted a lifetime

Not proud of it

We died, then we're born again.