Lambs of penance resting in peace Not all wounds mend with time Menace in their veins Dignity lost is hatred gained
Vines and leaves hanging from the old growth like the hair of a stone-faced crone Rays of dusk disturb the grotesque shrouded mandrake - spied from slits afar
Faceless phantasm Cloaked in tattered vestments Exaggerated fingers Fade into the seams
Catenate And follow its trail Round the roots Encased in white cocoons
Abandoned shells No children to be found
Scent of moldy debris Echoes of flapping wings The eyes upon them watching The lunar choir sings
"Attende Domine, et miserere, Quia peccavimus tibi"
"Look to the southern stars And follow the left hand path From which the moon shall swallow the seas And summon thee to her embrace"
Pain in their lungs Bound up in poison Narcotic vapor
Imps incant Enraptured regret An offering
Redeem the souls claimed for naught
Bones made whole slave caste bought
Once night falls
Til day breaks
The rite of conversion concludes; to be alive
You were warned to stay away It is no longer our burden - your refusal to adhere You have done this to yourselves Now see what your malice has wrought See your little ones See how glorious they have becomeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
