I slip into the inky pools of darkness
I transform to the werewolf lair
Resurface myself in a swoon of madness
Acres of fire I have for you
Sweet requiem
Oh blessed ****** Mass
Your detestable memoirs warm the hearth
Swimming in flesh & blood,
The effigy is dripping, wanton grueling feet of skin persist,
Flaying as one akin to the ritual
Sweet Dove to burn this wicker man down
Ignition of flames engulf the bodies of Fear
The lamentations we whisper in seckret
Thrown myself into the Abyss of Delirium
I slit my throat & melt aeons of miracles, pooling crimson endeavours
Thready adversary as my spirit feathers, withering like fruit on the vine
I wither to and fro, just to catch the current downstream
Lay me down on a bed of thorns
I am your insurrection
Your beast of burden where bullets reign
Volleys of fire ignite the skies with burning pyres of husk & wheat
Sunshine torn asunder, the icy abysmal undertow is taking me,
Descending straight to the frozen taundra of Hades