Angel Corpse Embrace
What is to be of this pestilience That makes empires tumble like tears The dust of millenia - fallen ages Staunches the flow of dawning horizons Obscuring - While the days crumble as their hours unfold A sensual swooning - prophetic mocking As the soils swallow the seeds of the past Each one of us to his own Embrace Drowning in hallowed solitude Swallowing the void The pallid hope revealed at last Embrace "Why should I fret in microcosmic bonds That chafe the spirit and the mind repress When through the clouds gleam beckoning beyonds Whose shining vistas mock man's littleness?" Throw off those shackles of sufferance This penance of one thousand ordeals I wield the scepter of destiny Choose the means of my own death Give me both nails and a hammer Harness those ecstasies of death Prostrate myself on cruciform At last... With swift feet I made my way Helmed by a cacophony of despair Deaf to the legacy of youthfullness And beauty and joy since pined away Yet now a rush falls upon my ears Of dripping - whispering words The hole of emptiness I pour through Unveils the caress from far beyond Now no longer can I ignore What goes before has gone again The silence of immorality Satisfied with this one fell step Plunge beneath the waters - The freezing embrace of the goddess of death Quote taken from H.P. Lovecraft's "Phaeton"
