The Harvesting of Ruins by Jute Gyte Lyrics

We infer
Rather than perceive
The remembered present
The harvesting of ruins

A regress
That always ends in darkness
Finite provinces of meaning
The moment already far away

Blind keys spin
Horns echo backward

Time
Is an abyss
We infer
Rather than perceive

The remembered present
The harvesting of ruins
A regress
That always ends in darkness

Finite provinces of meaning
The moment already far away

Blind keys spin
Horns echo backward
Time is an abyss

We infer
Rather than perceive
The remembered present
The harvesting of ruins
A regress
That always ends in darkness

Finite provinces of meaning

The moment already far away
Blind keys spin
Horns echo backward

Time
Is an abyss
Time
Is an abyss
Time
Is an abyss