The stones begin to melt unto branches Altar top cracks split to her eve of bent scratches Light from behind ceases to escape
Leaving to enter forests standing in jagged menace Iced blades hang agleam pointing their taunt as
The gallows red horizon dies into winters shade Screams swallowed in the shadows Grown into the belly of hate
No flesh is safe in this place of stabbing reveries Among the flames of suture Cast unto destinations maze
“There are two, I and her We are the antithesis complete in our respite We are bound to the mercy of our whims”
Her woods have long been blackened And chromed to a crystal degree Ravens held standing in the mists This canopy of claws Hungers for wine of bleeding jagged limbs Malevolex enters A wing of abstract shards hisses for a perch Bleeding tones over hooded gowns She tangles to her lurch
She says “Dark sided wandering In my branches are we know?” Lifting a broken glass smirk and gurgling starkly
Weaving your truths beyond the doorway of cosmic ideals All universe creeping ever seething in its undertow Your visions burned into the sightless web of seeing lives The reasons grasp the ever weaving swarm of heaving flies She stands bloodshot sifting like magma Staining half ben pouring vile plasma
They came together and fulfilling one another In thought and deed Blue for the side gleaming truth sent Their being separate in its entity Two parts to the same cycle The universe knew them as
An alchemy of unity The spectrum light shading all As above, so below The living and seething space between the polesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
