From Darkness
Eluveitie - Origins
Is it not ironic how your favorite dread is the matrix in which you were formed?
The unfathomable dark of a realm arcane and burrowed far below
The grain sprouts from deep beneath the soil
Where sunlight will never
That shelter where all life is formed
Eternal refuge of the soul
The darkness of night goes out when dawn befalls in the time between the times
And the grain in the soil
shall not bear fruit unless it dies
the Awen waves and life is conceived
That shelter where all life is formed
Eternal refuge of the soul
The day is born from the night
In the three night of Samon
So the song has been sung
Is it not ironic how you cling so hard to all evidence of all there is
As you maintain your unbroken urge to explain what you can't?
The child grows in its mother's womb
That shelter where all life is formed
Eternal refuge of the soul