Unsummoned Lyrics - Atrox

Now is the third season 

The season I don't long 

Cause it is here 

And you are gone 

You were the Incubus 

Who raped my sleeping mind 

Awake - pain was the master 

I crawled in a chasm 

But now 

Unsown seeds germinate 

Unplanted trees bear fruits 

The spell is broken 

Unsummoned reveries gather 

Unwinged thoughts fly 

Wind rapidly swings its arms 

Takes fruits from the trees 

And flings them away 

But what's ripe falls 

Nevertheless 

To the ground