Drops from the eyes like liquid fire Lying down, partially absorbed, on these inert walls
Salvation through ominous light idolatry The blackened blood flows into turbulent oceans
Over the short sighted glance Of your deflagration Ages of infinity before me My pilgrimage through the valley of shadows
Artifacted sons of fierce arrangements Never satiated, never defeated
It's useless to fight against them The overwhelming strain Of the soul against the flesh Makes them shine, makes symmetries out of Chaos they emerged from Vomited on the storm
This dreadful crawling lubricated The machinery of conscience I sought beyond the veil of perdition Tearing this somber canvas, plunging myself Into the crimson sea Gushed out by itself
Lymph of a misconceived existence Rebirth through tyranny