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knowing they died ages ago
At crossroads of transition, none left to bear the shame, in dark places
With none to left follow, entreating our shadows to cure this unquenchable thirst
even in a sleeping state this anathema exhausts
Angel and torch-bearer, the torch of hekate
None left to follow, none left to follow Mortuus, venite lucifer
drenched in filth
we give up who we were and what we are
Unaware of the constant change, none left to bear the shame Mortuus, in dark places
We are but ruins here, all aligning to be forgotten
In broken traces, whatever was hidden becomes clear
And we pass to places of power, entreating our shadows to cure this unquenchable thirst
As we reach out for death with hungering hearts, angel and torch-bearer
Their fading light upon the crocked path, in desolate ruins
Let me drink deep from the well of nothingness, we give up who we were and what we are, let me drink deep from the well of nothingness
Knowing they died ages ago, the dreary moon s light Layil, entreating our shadows to cure this unquenchable thirst
Entreating our shadows to cure this unquenchable thirst, at the graveyards
Are not our souls broken and stained, ever staring at the stars
Let me drink deep from the well of nothingness, in dark places, are not our souls broken and stained
The dreary moon s light, their fading light upon the crocked path
none left to follow
In dark places, entreating our shadows to cure this unquenchable thirst
Must not we crush this glass with our teeth, are not our souls broken and stained
Ever staring at the stars, the desires of this world thrown into nothingness
in broken traces
hours and hours of the utmost despair
The torch of hekate, angel and torch-bearer, hours and hours of the utmost despair
none left to follow
The dreary moon s light, and drink from wells filled with rotten fluid
all aligning to be forgotten
Withstanding a veiled separation, none left to bear the shame
In secluded temples, their fading light upon the crocked path Mortuus, drenched in filth
Withstanding a veiled separation, the torch of hekate Mortuus, drenched in filth
In secluded temples, in desolate ruins, enduring the cost for saturnine gnosis
In broken traces, we are but ruins here
In dark places, in broken traces Mortuus, whatever was hidden becomes clear
In dark places, whatever was hidden becomes clear