No poetry this time No tender crows feasting Over synchronicities No cradles of water, I'll be crowned No crying over war's casualties. Surrender one more time Gently take your idle clothes to me No shame in the shadows To corrupt our dignity I'm delighted you came Welcome to the Abyss Where Mother Death's bosom Is our only warmth. Apophenia, my surrender Weary of the world my servitor Searching for absolution, my lover. Apophenia, the destroyer What have you done While I feverishly slept? What have you begun While I made the journey of the Adept? No you won't take me back Into the fire of vulgarity I won't drift away For your dismay No you won't set me back On my track into far away I won't drift away For your dismay Yes, you may come down now And take a vow to fade away. I won't drift away Melancholia my lover Scream in fire Your heart's desire A funeral pyre To lead the way For all of those Who live in dismay For all of those Who still believe in dismay So glad you came Welcome to my abyss Where you will sleep, Moan and weep in Devil's Keep I can see it all. The interwoven movement of reality Surrender, I arrived whole To devour duality No, you won't ever come back Light turns to black as you fade away On Ascension Day. Melancholia, the destroyer.