When I was a young child. my daddy gave to me. the name of Siggimund Blue. He wanted me to grow up. so that everything written. would in time come true.
Upon the carcass of the old god. We gather where the dread shadows walk.. We distort the wills of weak drones. Cathedrals built from the bones of the flock.
It's still in the night. of some early spring delight. I went wild in the woods. had to leave as soon as I could. Here comes the midnight train to summer.
Enter into the forbidden realms of dire enlightenment. The tomes and scrolls sealed away by the ascendant gods. To stand upon the precipice of lore and derangement.
a blast of my existence. keeping my head clean for pain. through all the days. and the nights I'm alone. finally I come home. . destination. waste of patience.
Thanatotic designs upon the blacksmith's altar. Enhanced implements of annihilation; fallen infantry equipped for war.. . Behold: the Sepulcher Legionnaires! The frontline corps; the vile vanguard.
There is a liquid sky all over the world. Tonight it comes for your body. It comes to set your soul alight. The cards have been dealt. From our hands they will melt.
disdain words. dyes your liar tongue. the darkest gate's open. I have seen this vision. rewrote poems. a trip through bitter irony. you sold your soul.
whisper in the silence. for all I've lost. can you hear me?. anyone?. . The final words we say. turning the face. behind the truth. I'm hiding inside.
She is a girl of 1000 tears. she cries and cries. all night long. Her tears flow down the street and the stairs. they flow and they flow. One day they'll reach the Rhine, hurray.
The kings of the sands spat a curse upon this land. Divinity did revile their deeds. A pox of stone to all that denied the throne. The gods did call upon the priests to intercede..
a perfect world. a perfect day. to live in this cage you call your life. a human aim. to be unseen. believing the voices of sorted men. . borrowed decisions that ended in ruin.
Part I Violent Fecundity. . A gift for humanity. My violent fecundity. The Harvest Time has come to be. I lay the world to rest.. Mortals pleading for release.
Well it is her. blond hair, white skin. eyes and pearls. standing tall. now she is hurt. Shiny cars. blond hair, white skin. must be her. She's on walls.
turn all the lights down. and let the beast grow. to destroy all we've ever had. . the sunset's gone. on your cold throne. I am a drop in this deep dark sea.
Bathed in brine, drowned by time. A place where the titans submerged. Downtrodden seas, home to scores of debris. Where Mother's nightmares converged..
Went down your street on a cool summer night. could not believe my ears were they right. Sounds heading. Nowhere bound. I couldn't make my feet turn around.
I beckon to the souls of the desperate. Gather your energies within the forgotten depths. In the catacombs beneath unhallowed ground. The Faceless shall now look upon you.
why?. why give up and try. try another way. crossroads stops our view. and all our faith is gone. . they say I'll never pass this life. cause all our future dreams are lies.
Night crawls along like some lullaby. Crimson darkness wash your tired eyes. Into the secret house you're thrown. Can you tell or are you on your own.