Mystified the source of abyss, darned
Met the host of whale and coffins, tunnel
Vesper hour and leisure hour, fury
Whom light never permit repose, hollow
Rustled among them with the winds, blind
It is however a shame to pray, contained
Not for all, but for me, eyes
Devise, hurling down my speech of shrines
Recluse, riding down into the pain I claim
Guard, seeing you brace I will revoke
Immense, generous deep is all to blame
Felt the heat closing in, walls
Slept among the coldest soils, crowned
Drawn into the dead vortex, reject
Churned over the yawning void, faze
Scene of unparalleled horror, bulkhead
Flesh, flesh of the centipede, mengles
Hymn of ache
Agony
Frowning me
Purged and spurned
Howl
Ash
Clouds
Septic
Miry
Provoke the grim
Creep from cross
Dissolved
Unemphatic
Impalpable
Hearts
Despond
Musking
Tortoise
Blew among those leaves
Deep into vapour
Inhaled the indefinite
Beside the carrion
Rows with golden oars
The thawing wind
Taking me back
Into the far
Orbit of illusion
I was to be woed
Priest that sanctified
The sermon of demise
It's a priestly lie
Laid for deathly profits
My mouthpiece
My hand
But I'm breaking up, my foot
All the old tables, my stomach
Down to the filthy muck
No hands from the sky
A spirit is dead
Mourning for your pain
Smirking signs
Praising the unholy dead
A spring of solitude
Whisper to all in the dark lanes
Crying with a frightful voice
The spontaneous bark of globe
Four fragrance of the future songs
Flying, fluttering, creeping or leaping
Towards the golden marvel
