Cult of the Blind Dragon

Perfumes and pearls in the place of its eyes, A black dragon statue rests on the altar. Pearls like glass eyes, the blindness it sees Reflected right here for all to receive. Psyonic verberation, resonating depths, The shout must awaken our minds that have slept. How many times have I seen him in my dreams? Same color as the heart of the night, darkness gleams. Retribution in the form of a black sacrament, The blind dragons return is from our descent. Twisting and twirling, contorting of flesh, The stench riddled incense and fragrances, Wrap their way around the mind, and like a key that unlocks the floodgates of the spine. Sil’vir unfiltered, shoots right to the core, And pours out unto us, our vision restored. Blind but not blinded, the dragon can see, Through thoughts in our minds, antennas are we. How many times have I seen him in my dreams? Same color as the heart of the night, darkness gleams. Retribution in the form of a black sacrament, The blind dragons return is from our descent.