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"The law of time it demands

All flesh to bow and to crumble"

Expanding the downfall in stop motion

Is to destroy the conscious

and free the converse of thought

Now inhale the triumph from

the incense of ashen orchids

From the sunless dawn that has risen

from the vaults of the mind's eye

At the core of a brand new awareness

On the deathbed of morrow's

Here is where I will grow my misfortune

In the density of despair

Upon those

Who cannot see

Who cannot hear

Who cannot feel

And never will

Let us chant

at the dying heartbeat of children

in their immaculate defeat

And smoke out these pathetic virtues

from the fleshsly void in thee

For these are withering nights

Just like the one from which I was born

For these are withering nights

For these are withering nights

And no one shall escape

For these are withering nights

Leading astray

Let us dissolve in purest of will

into a womb of nothingness

Upon the bridge that was built

between stone and stellar

In dialogue with the godless foreverness

From the sunless dawn

that has risen from the vaults

of the mind's eye

At the core of a brandnew awareness

On the deathbed of morrow's

For these are withering nights