Imploded and collapsed illusions Torn from hedonism’s path Ripped and sundered from compassion’s soliloquy Away from sympathy Exploded from collisions with reality Taken on unknown trails through the dark Lost among paths attractive and terrible No true way to be found Culmination Arrival at a sepulcher within a graveyard so gray The chilling fog enveloping the headstones of the dead Charnel houses all around Misty, majestic, as that very thought sickens me Majesty and honor in death and suffering Grand sickness of inversion My pools of vomit sullying this place And I cried as I had sullied this newfound beauty Why must the fog fall so gently, And fill me with horror that I cannot deny my love for? The deaths surrounding me Melting falsities into a tormenting pool I was tempted once more by the lights outside The sepulchre Beauty and day Curse this darkness I retreated from it Lost once more amongst paths I dare not speak of Time itself drained among these swathes through Existence Innumerable years irretrievable Never to be lived again All forgotten in the shallowest of light The return to the sepulchre Clothed in wisdom’s lead vestments But lightened by this return Wisdom seemed not so heavy I saw my path as clear as day In the blackened, charnel-housed sepulcher And onward I tread this pathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
