Second Son Songtext

the line must never depend on just one
there must always be a second son

horus nexus, a praxis chorus, lets us sing
hymns and hexes, flex them porous, all around the ring
stone stains wet, the moral's for us to watch what we spill
if your pain pours through you will
as the grain falls, when tilled
they may lay your body down with your name still fertile
names survive

if a strange fate should fall on the first one
there must always be a second son

there remains the approach of river and pan
the stream is rich, we'll find our gold
we'll let the water reclaim the sand
and have some pleasure as we grow old