Brown and black mark the day of the deceased, the celebration is in full swing and the band awaits the midnight gown. The masks have plucked the stars, so let’s begin.
Before the fountain drowns the accordion’s laughter, take a second to bow before the corrupted sighs. Lick the ash and bleeding thorns, there is never too less for a soul.
She will summon your darkened half, so stitch your tears to the body and go. Remember the routes that your sins have carved, so ignite your last wish to lead you beyond the world undone.
They speak in impious ink, the leftover froth denies to be swallowed, but stand there to help them gulp down the lifeless. Help them tear the flesh, help them gnaw at your breath.