Tongue Of Thorns Lyrics - Higher Art Of Rebellion - Agathodaimon

A dying romance, bleeding for my sensation 

Would Death unmask the azure of the creation? 

Oh, stay far from my crown of certainties 

A dying romance, the blindman's torch of ideals 

Men of stories, don't try to robe my morningstar 

Cause it will never shine in your eden 

A dying romance, withered by your naivity 

The scent that I perceive comes from words 

Which escaped your mouth of flies 

Selfish, fetid romance 

You lick the shit of this world 

Men's quintessence sways in streams of hope 

Drowning in silvercups always used at funerals 

Marvellous, when even Death tries to flee from you 

The flames leave their candles, soon they will die, too