Sacrilege

deterioration comes...
(...see my blood going down from my wrists
through the palms of my hands into the silent, dark body of eternity...)
...undying

oh, this sacrilege
thy scream splits the night like a shattered glass
the velvet sky above with a smile of a pestilence
the forgotten single squeal turns into the squeal of mass
madness
violence

who am i dying for
(see your dying truth)
in whose behalf have i been chosen to be dead
(in the name of diave)
the silent drop of revenge on my lips tasted so sweet
and waiting for death is worse than death itself

...burn my body let the dust fly...

as their touch brands myself
by the sign of the hells
i forfeit my mind as mad
as their voice taunts the land
that's when the pain passes away
i forswear my faith as beastly asp
as their breath outcasts the stars
from the skies one by one
i forsake my soul as dead
as their look melts the ice
having the flood drown the skies
i forget my world as swept away

sacrilege
amid a monstrous din out of nowhere
the mind is only its own beautiful prisoner
just as day dissolved in primeval silence and sun's grave
impassable chasm
psyche's death

who am i dying for
(see your dying truth)
in whose behalf have i been chosen to be dead
(in the name of diave)
the silent drop of revenge on my lips tasted so sweet
and waiting for death is worse than death itself

...burn my body let the dust fly...

tormented bodies lie waiting now to die
blowing pages of holy books and morticans bloodshot
oh, and death creeps so slow
(in the name of diave)