The moon shall fade from black to grey the whispers of the end of days those frozen souls to melt upon the way. Like every spoken lie has two faces formed to die. The cycles spinning endless time, the snaking goddess arms entwine. This forgetful sleep to slumber in the forest of the Nile.
A priestess heart at trial. A god less sanctified blurring justice to crime. Stealing minds with bleeding rites. A church to demonize and piss upon her sight radiant bearing light of a child, sacrificed.
Now bled your mind to flame.
So if war has come to be undone and grotesque offerings in darkness done. Then quiver at the caress of the worm tongue. Sycophant onto their Christ of hate. Until it seems it is light that illuminates. A tearing your soul for food. These beings that just take from you. A deeply twisted war inside, a deeply plunging heart felt knife.
In her divine. I bare witness to crimes dark sign.
Then as though this feeling drawn from the depths of ancient labyrinth songs for forgotten spirits who yet live on awaken now this day. To ivory towers fallen to the hanged mans cry. As the lechery of murdered children pulls the truth into the light.
Despite your eyes and fallen angels cries. Now comes a time an invocation of the light. To crucify the mind a transmutation of the night. And great deaths archetype the missing piece of life.
Born to die. This crime, this lie. Pillaging build their shrines. The blood of innocent their wine. Born to genocide at the end of mind.
Now we can be alone and see the horror kept inside. And hear the voices of the dead whispering come inside.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
