By thy cold breast and serpent smile,
By thy unfathom'd gulfs of guile,
By that most seeming virtuos eye,
By thy shut soul's hypocrisy;
By the perfection of thine art
Which pass'd for human thine own heart;
The Vision Bleak - A Curse of the Grandest kind
The words of another,
Delicate whispers of sin,
Flowing softly from darkness
To surely die in the light...
Cleanse my soul with your hate
Purify my thoughts with venom
I remember a boy in the snow,
He alone, playing with the wolves...
Graves of hope and graves of lies
Beneath them all, you’ll find the light
Entombed by faith, the master screams
To be released once again upon this world.
Compelled by shadows,
Razor through the crowd,
Tormented by deeds to come,
Whisper my name, so I would remember…
