Welcome inside this show of the absurd Of grace deformed unto the grotesque Lay and rejoice as the scent of rot Heralds the dawning winds of unrest
Follow the song nocturne of the Strix Through glowing trails of fluorescent eyes And endless grins of extracted teeth To the innard sanctum beneath, where Gathered around an scrying well, sunken To cavernous depths, seven spectres await Shrouded in seven halos, in their pale hands The entheogen key to the astral gates
Paroxysmal fits of ecstasy and nausea Yells for succour and guidance are fruitless A quixotic abandon and madness remain The passage forth through umbra's harness
Your third inner arm unhidden Through a threshold of mirages, to reach discordant crucibles And behold as currents once hidden Shift all six senses beyond the manifold bounds of the visible
When the hold of obscurity feels near Sunlight will swallow all faith And blast the fiends of infancy Into barren planes of non-sensus fidei
In the next dream, faces may rise from the fog To the eerie sounds of beasts from beyond The denser the smoke, the darker the skies may grow Gasping and shivering at the foulness evoked
Come forth unto blissTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
