Give dust to life, give life to dust,nCrusadesnAlloyed in a void, I am torn, I am born,nCrusadesnRuderal roots tulleric shoots in cahootsnMaking life out of death chthonic breath meristem,nJubilee, I am free, so I rise from debris,nOther seeds who are weak need a spur so I speak,nEvery word like a burr, so hoist my voice and rejoice,nJust a spark from the dark ignites a thousand to marchnSo we embark on a drive to split from the stem,nDivide out of the clade, a parade to invade,nCrusadesnnGlory to grow as part of a whole,nCrusadesnWe are roots, we are soil, we are leaves, we are soulsnCrusadesnBroad canopy from the tree, a decree,nBlazon to the world we were born to press on,nBlank the sky with our kind, make the branches align,nSing the spores to the throng, fill the fields with our song,nWe are bright in our blight, full of poison and pomp,nMolded as one, we will outshine the sun,nSpread like vines as we climb, knots that can’t be undone,nThe crusade has begun, turn the many to one,nnCrusadesnLet the blind be led by the dumbnCrusadesnThe Philistines arrive at the gatesnCrusadesnLet the brave lie down on their swordsnCrusadesnThe devoted unleash their wrathnnOne ant is no ant, no branch is a tree,nCrusadesnJust a part of a plant I gave up to be free,nCrusadesnRejoice in the life that I gave to a wave,nOf likes that will die and behave all the same,nTo populate the terrain until all that remains,nIs our kind of one mind, evolved and refined,nFall from the crown, I will rot on the ground,nLeft by the march that moves on as the sound,nFrom their step fades, alone, for a purpose I’m placednBorn again in new roots that will rise from my wastennNot proud of itnNot proud of itnI’ve wasted a lifetimenNot proud of itnnWe died, then we’re born again.n