language of agony, torment in sound. weeping of ancestors formed into words. the echo of anguish, primeval sorrow.
language of agony, torment in sound. weeping of ancestors formed into words. the echo of anguish, primeval sorrow
it matters not that i did seek, to conquer fear and vanquish pain, for victory belongs to grief, so into tears dissolve in vain
to your consent, to life or death, i will not yield, and though you wound me, and though i bleed, to your heart's desire, i will not yield
ruthless blade of trespass, upon soft flesh of mind. in absence still remembered, you will return in time.
there is only death. no god, no love, no joy, only death, and the fear of it
fashioned from stone, our blood is cold, as the lifeless rock through which inertia flows
what is this that burns, through every cell, and every fibre of being? divine decay, pure and infernal, the flame of insanity
when we first met, i was alone, and so were you. when we first touched, i was alone, and so were you. when we first fucked, i was alone, and so were
time passing, unseen, heavy with mortality, with memory and sentiment, and fearful regret, bitter seed of futile fertility
should i speak or silence keep, your verdict is unswayed. communicate we never will, so hatred has its way
bereaved of that for which i live, you have chastised me. womb so scorned, with hollow rage, you have chastised me
i know all about your secret life, your feminine mystique, your falsity. your innocent promiscuity, and your hypocritical cruelty hold no mystery for
