Howling, for the Nightmare Shall Consume

The last vestiges of spiritual collusion Our covenant of Lycanthropic indulgence Tearing off the flesh down to its feral base Eviscerating everything in her name HOWLING, FOR THE NIGHTMARE SHALL CONSUME Testify, speak in tongues, fill this room There is a hand beneath the stairs Flooding into the flickering light that rolls itself throughout our minds Bellowing archetype, I can't find myself wrong This is how I smell the rot- The pungent stench of dreams Their thirst does resemble your blood Parasite night screams in her lair Like the raw flesh of seductive eyes The elegant serenity of the twice drowned sacrifice Await in silence She keeps her secret in the swamps of Rome And this is where the Devil comes through Between me and you- We never had much of a chance As hard as we tried to resist We were always destined for this We were always coming home We are the hate that they created It never leaves us . .