Yea… Yonder the yellow… the sovereign serum of the silent world. [Verse I] See how the cities sink in soot and silence, steel spires split by slow surrendering sand. Barren the boulevards, broken the bridges, bones of a blackened and blighted land. Yet soft in the soil where the sun once slumbered seeps a strange and sulphurous shine — a yellow yield of grim salvation, last living light in a lifeless time. [Verse II] Slowly it slides through shattered syringes, slips through sinew, silver and sly. Golden ghost in the gloom of the body, secret sun that refuseth to die. Sweet is the sting of the sovereign sulphur, sharp as a spark in a starless sky, for where the breath of men lies buried this yellow shall yet deny. [Chorus] O yellow sovereign of the withered world, saffron savior of sinew and soul, shine through the shattered shell of my flesh and make this broken being whole. Golden god of guttered empires, gleaming in gutters of grief and grime, grant me thy glowing, grim elixir to stand against the end of time. [Verse III] Mark how the machines lie mute and mangled, monolith mills in mourning rust. Silent the sirens, stilled the cities, smothered in sulphur and sallow dust. Yet in my veins thy vivid venom moves like molten morning light — yellow wrath in the wounded marrow, young as the birth of a burning star. [Bridge – Incantation] Yellow… yea, yellow… the sun that survives in the slaughtered land. Yellow… yea, yellow… the slow bright blood of the damned. Yellow… yea, yellow… the sovereign spark in the sand. [Final Chorus] O yellow sovereign of the dying deep, thou sulfurous soul of survival and flame, though death doth drift through the dust of the earth I rise renewed in thy radiant name. Golden glow in a graveyard of giants, grim yet gentle, savage yet bright — for whilst thy sacred substance flows I shall stand. I shall seethe. I shall shine in the end of the light.
