To reduce the self to plain dissension, raising secrets on his dying flame as a monument of undimension where Death alone is mine to claim.
This gate is open now, peeling flesh from bones and bones from spirit.
I surrender mind and blood and tears of reason evermore.
Unmasked as Heaven's breath, compelled as knowledge's death. Your will has made me what I am and never was meant to be.
I received your light, I received your wound as a funeral rite for a heart entombed.
As stigmata, envoys of the grave of holy creed.
As your hand demands to fear your canon requires to persevere, to claim the heart of those pierced by such immense deceit.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.