when i blacked out in the winter months of capricorn i had a strange dream that i lived a thousand winters gone a thousand winters faded gray and shuttered by the wind to tell the tale of lydia her legacy begins uprising unveiling the absurdity in the tragedy of man and its hero the all seeing worm the pain is born from memory of pleasures unparalleled and pure in velvet sleep i live the past again there is no chance to release me no answer to bring peace some people conjure dreaming sanctified electric karmic burn through the pigs they marched from under to pull down the moon and summon the bringer of doom now sullen the demons fade away and summon their final call lydia slayed them all the pain is born from memory of pleasures unparalleled and pure this is the psalm of lydia  oh my sweet lydia the others have told me tis not your time to leave it is not your time you ve so much more to see 