I'm traveling the road to ruin It leads to my transformation. I am the scion of ecstasies Misplaced in mundane dimensions
Tie the clove hitch tightly 'round me Lest my soul be cleaved. Seek a tree whose roots delve deeply, Nourished by long-forgotten deeds, And lash me there eternally. To a maddening melody
I've inherited the calling Of the accursed initiates Drawn to secret incantations And evocations of the damned
A thief of tomes of stolen truths, I've crossed the spiritual abyss All that I have ever beheld Ceases to matter or endure. The former world in which I've dwelled So shamelessly wrecked asunder. Saturated by black visions... Oily and viscous intrusions... Sensing the scourge of centuries So viscerally in gloaming...
Soiled, misshapen, I am shifting, With my eyes secretly lifting Black revelations I have sought See what wisdom this bane has wrought: So erdite, so pure, iimbued With arcane knowledge of the dead... Malady of the mind ensues Lest lucidity deals me dread.
Tie the clove hitch tightly 'round me Lest my soul be cleaved. Seek a tree whose roots delve deeply, Nourished by long-forgotten deeds, And lash me there eternally. To a maddening melodyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
