Transmutation Cave Lyrics – Writ

Bats and rats
As putrid hoards come by
Flying wanderers around my light
Will and might

To pass the grotto’s dark
Ere with blessings of a Sun that didn’t shine my eyes
A banter of conscience
Is my weapon within

Not even knives or claws
Just the unlearned skill
Of liberation from pain
A catch 33

To settle or face death
Arms were dropped
By weight and length
As deeper I pace

Heavier were themselves
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Writ Lyrics – Transmutation Cave

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Transmutation Cave