Entangled in the webs of fate Revulsed by the touch of light Roaming and breathing yet inert inside Recondite appears the grail of freedom In the phlegmonous limbo of age, driven Through a feverish high to face the Qliphot
Thought and body paralysed By unseen apocryphal terrors The soul tenses up into rigidity Consumed by perceptual rust And sensory putrescence Six feet away from infinity A derelict haven inside Overcrowded with smiling cadavers Discombobulating laughter And faceless dementia, breeding Removal from visions within Suffocated by the weight of silence Unable to scream of pray Fear bequest paralysis In this dead night of the soul
From the bowels of darkness a sign is revealed Through incensed altars, chambers beneath And walls neverending, towards the unlight Dreams of the after smashed to dust Blind to the cause is the onset of disease
Rotten pariahs are hailed as monarchy Deities reduced to bacteria of morbidity As the illusion of hope begins to fade Blazon the advent of a dawn of decayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
