The dark engorged On mordant white blood Fulminous heart in the breach Who among us Would not weep? Etched upon the sable hearth And shadowless light
Empty of essence My mind flees from my hand The lewd shapes skirl Through sight and nonsight
When my wounds sing I am silent as the night's hold
The manifold agonies Of history's beasts rise In feverish, pitiful chorus The dead suddenly thronged The dead suddenly flesh Tear out the dragon's throat
Interloper Treader of edges That are not edges Limits in dreaded rasps
Interloper Treader of edges That are not edges Limits in dreaded rasps
Those spurious gods Lost in the ecstasy of blood rites Their brows scorched and worn thin
When my wounds sing I am silent as the night's holdTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
