Call me dreary Name me after the thresholds I cross For I know of truth And believe in arts that were
Once sublime, now unclean and but hours to be denied Yet not unknown in the paths I named right Free at last, am I not to look all as divine From stronghold of insane knowledge and strife
And as fools leave pride while accepting grace My disciples shall walk the ways of dismay Through caves without end on final crusade Spreading poems of uncreation before being laid in fervour
They'll poison your mind with tolerance
Don't follow the laws made for flesh Keep your eyes shut to see the distress On the ones who call themselves free of sin and earthly fate Show no compassion, ignore their agonies
And question not my words of disbelief You never felt such passion towards vicious desires Alone I hate this sea of aspirers to the throne And pray for uncreation, the fiery end of worldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
