A body floating in the dying sea engulfed in saccharine rain, utterly at peace and crowned with a golden halo
The lucky one, the one blessed with the gift of lies
The sweetest song from an angel; when it's lost, merge me with fire
The dulcet hymn of servitude
Sing the rose lullaby of subjugation
I see nothing comparable to the heavens
The golden light I bathed in morphing to ash
The sweetest song from an angel; it's been lost to me, merge me with fire
The dulcet hymn of servitude
Sing the rose lullaby of subjugation, flattened by the authors of tenebrous words
Lead from the fortress by the chorus that rose up and cast doubt on the altar
Singing the serpents anthem
Within cancerous cluster chords
Deafened by nothing's crushing pitch
The note of degeneration
Chorus of atonality, roaring
Sing me the serpents anthem
Within cancerous cluster chords
Deafened by nothing's crushing pitch
The note of degeneration
It was the first time I saw nothing left but the serenity of death
I just see nothing left
There is nothing left
Bring forth the silence eternally.