Transfixion, a sickle to the neck Disfigured by the malady of man: Time, prevailing A cross to bear; our end
Finite, our fascination With death, to behold Our lives in consecration We dwell in halls of the night
Transcending the path With our crosses to bear Transcending the path
Finite, our fascination With death, to behold Our lives in consecration We dwell in halls of the night
Opened wide unto the core of our being Poisoned minds, in the gyre turning
Unlatched inside, the gate is swinging The pain subsides but the fire's still burning
A cross to bear
Perpetual This sallow affair Interminable
Intertwined and locked in despair Obsessed with death, the affliction we share Gashing out the jaws, the visceral sound The heed the call The call from the underground
Consciousness Suspended in stone The blackness Calling us home
We are but sirens with our crosses to bear And stones to cast out into the air A faction bound by possession A faction bound by aggression
