A blinded hermit in oblivion, disgraced - Like Odysseus lost in Poseidon’s endless domain
In a realm devoid ov solace, I roam - But these sorrows are mine and mine alone
Wayward like a forlorn mutt astray - Stertorous I heave Atlas’ torturous weight
I am lost in a moment and the moment is lost in me… - But I shall endure new life in my agony
With anima sprawled open-With corpvs violently split
I bled for you-Now you bleed for me
I do not possess the prowess ov mighty bards and poets - Void ov ambition to evangelise
Yet there’s poetry in my blasfemia to be freed - So chant on ye filthy whores, profane and so malign
With anima sprawled open-With corpvs violently split
I bled for you-Now you bleed for me
With hearts profoundly scorched - Wounds weeping sanguine
I burnt for you - Now burn without and within
Lend thy ear onto me ((and Heed my prayer))
Incline thy all-seeing eye ((and Heed my call))
This war cry could never be silenced But weep no more brethren,
Thy herculean labor shall endure forevermore ((forevermore))