Within the breath of cosmos Sleeps the four faced dreamer Incest in nature and callous Mean godform of entrapment
Whether to smoke or to reject This ego chillum that sprung forth
Harvests he seeds and reaps out clays Not that he ever tried the best But failure is a mocking so beloved That a room full of golems was born
Then created the thoughtless one Stone in one hand and water in other Merging two in utter trance The black Savitur was unleashed We were only born then Adorned with human bones Hatched out of eternal eggs Three eyed pests of anti-dogmas
Keep in mind as a hideous blister None but the masters of mockery Maybe ready for the rite of beheading And thus we retain our sthagayati
The cost is martyr of the flesh We inherit this leprosy as gift, And become the leper in time, Ashes smeared upon us emissaries Last of us, scribing the monikers…
…Of Doomtantra. -------------------------------------------------- Maybe Our heartless bodies are fed with filths Eyes, brightened with the antinomy of Yoga, But, there’re no offerings to appease The mean godform of entrapmentTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
