[Music & Lyrics by Suidakra]



That is not dead

which can eternal lie

yet with strage aeons

even death may lie

H.P. Lovecraft



I bewail my destiny

a foible of mine

but her voice tortures my mind



I yearn for her bosom

I fear her sway

my eternal blemish

is her embrace



She whispers : chose a realm -

these two are the preferred ones:

Hell - where your soul reduces to ashes

Heaven - where you?ll be drowned