Will our deaths prove a righteous will, in this act of grand vanity?
The bloody birth of noble chagrin; a death knoll is promised to thee
First rain upon a tyrant’s stain - The flag burns laughing like a witch
Temple of the trampled
Bloody sun reaping its rays
The harlot on the dolman
Pitiful tears for fallen dreams
The mirror brings light to dark corners, my reflection collapses to dust
When I too face reckoning, will this dreaded nightmare be fact?
The maiden gestures strangely in the corner; “Kill and don’t look back”
My body means nothing to me; this flesh may hold, but I’ll never stop
The worms of my grave greet me early
Death deserted boundaries long ago
Better luck to my usurper; tidings of venomous encouragement
Shrouding the past in a bloodbath - Setting fire to the family tree
For hatred is a succubus; a gaping maw like Charybdis
I’m forbidden to search for my purpose, the purpose finds me broken and naked
May this blackness find me worthless and spit me back out in the stars
Our pains kindred and divergent
Scars brand a mocking birth
The rain brings with it winds of clarity
In the fog, I slit my throat and we establish our pleasantries
A cloak downwind flies for hope; set it ablaze to seek them out
A cloak downwind flies for hope; fields are razed, make clear the route
My body means nothing to me; this flesh may hold, but I’ll never stop
The worms of my grave greet me early
Death deserted boundaries long ago - Its’ cape downwind devours hope
It captures her gaze and drags us all into the light