An insane moon casts its
Gaze upon a strange sea
I travel with the stars; I'm not alone
Led by dark winds, awakened after eons
Fucked by pestilence, my wings are forever
I reach the horizon
Reabsorbed into corridors
Staring into the eye of madness
A tortured blink aggravates my brainstem
Dreams of perversion, lost in the
Corrdors of blasphemy
Seeping from the column cracks,
Creatures from beyond
Arriving at a twisted cross
Baphomet
Vomiting
In ecstasy
Anointed with bile,
The tortured scream in delight
Writhing in terror, a crucified
Dove spills its entrails
Falling to the earth in a wet caress
On the backs of serpents
I am become death, purveyor of unholy sins
The door seals shut, forever locked
In eternal slumber
I am the rotten surface, the decaying flesh
Lost in the halls, obscured by absurdity
Death is a warm embrace
