[Intro] It rises without summons. A quiet coronation inside the vessel’s frame. (inside…) [Verse 1] the serpent offered knowledge, we fall from higher sphere; the Salt remembering the mirror, cold and clear. The fixed begins to harden around an empty throne… (so empty) and calls the weight of matter its kingdom and its throne. [Pre-chorus] Before the blackening gathers— (Nigredo) before the fire is known— the imperfect takes the center and crowns the clay as stone! (as stone!) [Chorus] THE WORK IS UNBEGUN — YET THE THRONE IS TAKEN! (THE FIRE IS UNLIT) — YET THE CROWN IS CLAIMED! (SALT! SULPHUR!) THE FALSE SUN RISES! THE IMPERFECT CLAIMS — WHAT WAS NEVER HIS! [Verse 2] It weaves itself through bloodlines, through labour, bread and bed. (Alienation!) Builds walls of living structure, then dreams it is the head! The volatile still circles the axis it has made— (still circles) bound to the stolen center it cannot yet unmake. [Variation] A silent usurpation that never feels like crime… just prima materia mistaking weight for time. (just weight!) [Pre-chorus] Before the putrefaction— (Putrefactio) before the albedo comes— the vessel claims the axis and names the dross the One! (the One!) [Chorus] THE WORK IS UNBEGUN — YET THE THRONE IS TAKEN! (THE FIRE IS UNLIT) — YET THE CROWN IS CLAIMED! (SALT! ...SULPHUR!) THE FALSE SUN RISES! THE IMPERFECT CLAIMS — WHAT WAS NEVER HIS! [Bridge] the oldest pattern repeating as before. (again… again) Watch the heavy water settle into form… Watch the unrefined declare itself the norm! (declare it!) …It needs no revelation. …It needs no sacred art. [Emotional solo] [Final Chorus – explosive] THE WORK IS UNBEGUN — YET THE THRONE IS TAKEN! (THE FIRE IS UNLIT )— YET THE CROWN IS CLAIMED! (SALT! ...SULPHUR!) THE FALSE SUN RISES! THE IMPERFECT CLAIMS — WHAT WAS NEVER HIS! [Outro ] Silence in the vessel… The clay is crowned. Default… claim.
