Crush the dried petals of roses that bore light Brandishing talons at the sun Yawning and empty the petals wither Only grayed stem remains Revive the
Your flesh is relic, Your vessel obsolete The zenith of Reality's hood Where Infinity runs its course Deeply Satanic vapors seep once more inside, Your
The eye's sight scrapes back and forth against the frame of death mask slit The mouth gurgles forth A black matter thick and putrid Naught ears detect
A Collision of violent jagged stones of dead Beach and soft pale flesh and brittle bone The sun sets over the bloddy scene Her Screams of terror roll
Christ is lowered, needing thoughts to exist A wicked time is at hand This tone your holocaust And virtue is for the dead Cold cacophony surround you
An again the sea of wasted, wasted scent of Venus Venus casts down the decry Decry tainted spice red, red is the number of the spider Spider's web rehearsed
Sorrow rains down, hatred reigns now If satan be mine only audience So shall it be Misfortune Ailment A curse Cave scorpions across the lips A curse
Hovering just above blind earth, To join with her mist Some never never embrace Reach and grasp this frost-bitten heart Stench and smoke bellow from
Fear steals a voice The price paid for dreaming This is the cloud that lumbers across vision A canopy of paranoia threatening light at its sting Visions
Take wings at Midnight, Under glimpses of a uncertain Moon Her thoughts become scarcely human, They infest and cloud her mind And she longs for this
From the land of loveless Knowledge born of Darkness Mine Forest Burned to the ground Burned to the floor long ago Cutting the night from mine heart
With the fate of the muse unsure Assumed ambiguous in rust You depart toward death and war So obedient Back turned to the winter You fashion this direction