Come forth!
Now I am become harm, to thrive upon perdition and feast upon the loss
A tide of living darkness. Erasure of reason. Transition towards silence
For every shattered dream, for every broken hope
There is no ease but there is conviction
Row for judgement. Row for the fall
This is the moksha you asked for
Southways of nadir
On to the great collapse
All paths lead to rupture
Suppress world. Hinder self
True liberty lies in waste
As the substance is torn asunder and as the vultures approach
I bid farewell to grace
A pit of starving hunger, a roaring beast of dearth
A withered shrine of blight and bleached bones
Lost in a reverie of revelation
Writhen in anguish upon this grotesque truth
Southways of nadir
On to the great collapse
All paths lead to rupture
Suppress world. Hinder self
True liberty lies in waste
As the substance is torn asunder and as the vultures approach, I bid farewell to grace