Pillorian Dark Is The River Of Man
There is a river in us all
It flows a crimson ruin through our veins
It is the life blood of suffering
Red magma on a slow course to oblivion
This river, it binds us
It flows through us, feeds us
It gives us health, it gives us life
... and drowns the rest of the world
Tie your hands and suffer
Then break them from the body
Drown your soul in the mire
Until there is nothing left of us here
An empty vessel floats away
Drown your soul in the water
Feel the black mire penetrate your being
Place your hands in the water
The mire of mankind flows on... and on...
... a river...
