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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)