Cortege

Introduction To The Slaughter Of Your Gods

Cortege


Words infertile women 
Shedding their sorrows 
In the darkness 
They have no importance at all 
When you stick to one place 
The sleep too deep 
To be disturbed by some 
Ridiculous puffs 
Do not be deaf 
To the call of your dream 

Take a seat and be a spectator 
In this dark cosmic performance of destruction 
Watch your gods and their saints falling down 
Observe as they are meeting their end in the 
deep 

Satiate your senses with the sight 
Of the divine ones turning into nothingness 
Call the demons living in the pit 
To bring your pitiful existence to an and 

Do not let your fear possess you 
When you find out that you are not 
Here in the chapel of the card 
Thirteenth under the moonlit sky 
You will discover your real shape 
And have a chance to loam yourself