Creation of Taste

He dug earth, even as he was in captivity
The earth is his holder, his childish mother
Impregnated by the Gods
This is his creation
Smothered in black, the time of cosmic dark
The heavenly links are not formed
The firestone is not cracked
The winds are still in the ruins of Heian
The cloud that holds the akia is forever red
Raise a mountain for the Gods of Gods
Strange sacrifice destroys
Soil fly into the air, forms the night
Your snout consumes the unknown gods
All thought begins as you cry out, alone