{{The following is taken from the vinyl cover.}}
[As circles explode and implode, thousands upon thousands of wild spirits stampede into the void. Their bonds to life is broken. Not like us, not like anything. A perfect fall into the smallest of holes. Never again will they miss sound or feel any emotions in this old sea of everything. So much like vultures while alive. Not at all in death. More like feral angels. They do not cry for the same reasons, when the shedding of skin begins. The parting of flesh and bones. Through the terrain, a necessary evil yet an ultimate must. The sky could not hold for much longer. So fragile, like a bubble. Yet grand above all. Wishes upon wishes, graves upon graves createing the ground we all walk upon. Colors of pale red, white and green will be found everywhere when it all collapses. There will never be anything else quite like it. Beasts that once gazed upon its birth, have become well aware of what is coming for us. In her eyes we are all the same when born, you, it and I. We must learn to live with this perfection. As the sheaves makes the pulley, the will makes the path into a loop. An open road, a dying star. We erase ourselves from the ultimate equation, recommitted to the void and wonder of it all. I now know the truth about myself, I am a destroyer and in death we will be together once more. We will be peaceful and pure, I know you are gathering strength. Just close your eyes hard enough and even darkness becomes light.]
You will become a weaver of opposites. A summoner of all things lost. Just like the ones that came with nothing and are prepared to leave everything. Let people as well as trees burn by her hand once more, a perfect sun that now begins to set. 11 years passed and it is ready to burst out its loving rage once more.
[As circles explode and implode, thousands upon thousands of wild spirits stampede into the void. Their bonds to life is broken. Not like us, not like anything. A perfect fall into the smallest of holes. Never again will they miss sound or feel any emotions in this old sea of everything. So much like vultures while alive. Not at all in death. More like feral angels. They do not cry for the same reasons, when the shedding of skin begins. The parting of flesh and bones. Through the terrain, a necessary evil yet an ultimate must. The sky could not hold for much longer. So fragile, like a bubble. Yet grand above all. Wishes upon wishes, graves upon graves createing the ground we all walk upon. Colors of pale red, white and green will be found everywhere when it all collapses. There will never be anything else quite like it. Beasts that once gazed upon its birth, have become well aware of what is coming for us. In her eyes we are all the same when born, you, it and I. We must learn to live with this perfection. As the sheaves makes the pulley, the will makes the path into a loop. An open road, a dying star. We erase ourselves from the ultimate equation, recommitted to the void and wonder of it all. I now know the truth about myself, I am a destroyer and in death we will be together once more. We will be peaceful and pure, I know you are gathering strength. Just close your eyes hard enough and even darkness becomes light.]
You will become a weaver of opposites. A summoner of all things lost. Just like the ones that came with nothing and are prepared to leave everything. Let people as well as trees burn by her hand once more, a perfect sun that now begins to set. 11 years passed and it is ready to burst out its loving rage once more.