A cocoon of brooding affliction Soon to emerge via beams of wrath Entombed within this claustrophobic shell A hollow and cruel rendition of the inner self Layers of sin permeate through a fading spirit Mortal tribulation hath determined My position Therefore...
Still I walk on beds of thorns Bearing the wounds of Christ A martyr of Impending doom Wandering with shredded eyes In search of keys to ascension Beyond this impure realm May the blood dripping from nailed hands flow into ohr
Concentric walls erected Seeping with blight emanating from another side Defend the fruits of divinity drifting between conscious waves Through chains of being Frequencies beyond perception Concealing the sacred realms hidden to men
To shed this ethereal skin Ridden with sore and decay To transcend the Vale of Tears Joined with My Father again Absent of sin
A glow of blue specter emerging from an open gash Oceans of rot bear down in waves stripping cataclysmic embers Shredding the soles of My feet on jagged soil Where seeds are planted bearing the woods for a crucifix hewn
Forms of conscious days of past manifest into emptiness A corpse of one with a thread for a breath Extracted into parchment figures Stumbling into delirious dreams Treading familiar pathways I follow My own footsteps marking the shorelines of red seas Before the memories wither awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
