Sinew and shadow, the marrow I crave,
Vestige of life in a boreal grave.
Frost-white and slate-gray, the hunger is cold,
An archaic story, in carrion told.

Transmute the spirit, the hide and the bone,
The hunter is hunted, no longer alone. Primal regression, the atavist calls,
The human collapses, the animal sprawls.
The human collapses, the animal sprawls.

Birch branches twisting like claw-laden hands,
Decaying leaf litter across the dead lands.
Boots in the mud, half-buried and grey,
The scent of the apex is washing away.

Necrotic shroud, the atrophy blooms!
(The atrophy blooms)
Silence descends in these desolate rooms!
(In these desolate rooms)
Spirit of shadow, the canine design!
(The canine design)
Merging the marrow, the feral and divine!
(The feral and divine)

Transmute the spirit, the hide and the bone!
The hunter is hunted, no longer alone!
Primal regression, the atavist calls!
The human collapses, the animal sprawls!
The human collapses, the animal sprawls!
Carrion…
Carrion…