Gate to kingdom of darkness
Burning way will christen your foot
Wait, your Master is coming
Beaut of Magic, temple of moon
He has no shape
Candles and shadow
He is eyes of smnabulist
He is rotting wound
Creator!
Bony fingers are crawling under your skin
Your hands - wormy, gnawed bits
Your face - concentration of abscesses
Your soul like pearl in s***
Infant is crying, infant knows
Window to freedom in his head
Will heal
Soul will sleep till death
Creator!
Burning way will christen your foot
Wait, your Master is coming
Beaut of Magic, temple of moon
He has no shape
Candles and shadow
He is eyes of smnabulist
He is rotting wound
Creator!
Bony fingers are crawling under your skin
Your hands - wormy, gnawed bits
Your face - concentration of abscesses
Your soul like pearl in s***
Infant is crying, infant knows
Window to freedom in his head
Will heal
Soul will sleep till death
Creator!