Hidden, lying behind a stone effigy A snake in human form Venal in its being Devotee of a cursed craft
The mask betrays the devil in the detail A reptilian if we may Hidden is the lie but is spoken as if truth Cleave with spite, smashed idols Greatest sanity is assured before the fall
Slavish loyalty to an empire of dust An impure hatred baths in an abject lust
Abominations, pestilent rats run Cascading towards the setting sun Palaces bejewelled, bone in stone Tethered by sinews of flesh
Abominations, pestilent rats run Cascading towards the setting sun
Eyes lift to see obsequious venality And knows that a blade must thrust To remove that masque for eternity
Eyes lift to see cast low to trample under foot A mocking indifference to the bearers of nobility Perpetual scorn to be rid of all And yet like an acorn comes a great oak tallTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
