Like a jugular idol in a kingdom of death
Hiding from heaven`s descending lure,
Catching frozen air to take last breath
I`am baying wolven overture
Sun is blinded by itself,
Moon is rising from the shores
Nightingale in gilded cell
And unduying angels chore
Wailing in the scent of night,
Wolven eyes, like asphodel,
Under moon will be bright...
Staring in a deep abyss
Falling downstairs
Touching blackest candles
Denying deadly sins
I were buried thousands...
Thousands fucken years ago,
And while Rljeh is rising
I understand that I were buried
Too low...
Kiss my predator`s blood
And orgaistic rapture on start,
In the cradle of thy winter
In the pieces of mirrors and stars
Raven wedding would be finished
In the gown of burned dusk
The dream of snake-eyed comes true
Unveiling face from the carnal mask
I`m baying wolven overture
Wolven overture
© Copyright: Дмитрий Еретик, 2012
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