[To kill and kill again

On the eleventh day, he reached out his hand

and made the sign of parting,

spoke the words of taking leave

and of never going back]





To breathe the air of dreams

To walk upon a path of bodies

To know what carnal means

To live the law of hate and cold flesh





Wailing for the solace in a lie

No echo here. No truth. No time





To blind the eye to see

To feed on every broken moment

To kill and kill again

To end it all while it's unfolding

To know the only way:

To love the beast and then to beg it 

to die from every wound





Listen as the mourning herald sings 

the dirge to which we march in time





Crawling naked 'neath the burning stars,

sleeping beauty dries





Never