Lyrics

One of us, better made, venerate, THE NOW GREAT MASON...And i dont follow ghosts, to these voluminous basements

Missing pieces offer possible breadcrumbs

That start the march of this, our blackened sojourn



Of all our emotions alone....fear

Is how we remember the fairytales, laid bare with the nightingales...embedded in black



Take a book out, settle it down

Make a lake of conical fire, tyrannical arms

Grabbin heavy, STORMS DRAIN EMPTY ONTO BLACKENED NIGHT'S ICHOR PITS

And I admit, while none exist-I cant resist the TALE



Warily every memory bettering, half ensures unfettering lettering never remembering

Several liturgies better the energies

Feeding the meeting of various meanings of

I EXIST. A lie on...A lie on time



Approaching...words of violence



Breathing mass of afflicted encasements

A falling dash from the depths of the basement

Oooh

She said I believe in...YOU

Appalling the mauling your fighting



The falling down is a must from the hero so he goes

On and on til the zero overflows

And stop at the altar of Fallen Heroes



(BRIDGE)

As to.....our laws...how ungrateful...your lot

As your betters, you know...we bring heavens to law

You are who...you are who?

The will thats hiding amongst the few

I see you



Be the horror they, FEAR IN THE NIGHT

CHAOS!!!

Yell beside a common admonishment offered only in bottles ive fallen fully apart

Yet the hero can offer appalling offers of falling on God

FALLING ON GOD