Viselle de Drac

This crawling darkness holds us somber in her nature The calming damnation Of unrepentant screams Macabre sorcery Ingested its own matchless cadence of debauched phantoms Eternally fallen and renewed Such contrived continuation of blasphemous nightmarish glare This dark heaven shall only bare its teeth Towards the simple pleasures of human deception Capturing our imagination with ridicule steeped in departure While impaling our broken consciousness Upon the wounds of the tarnished altar of forlorn permission We have freed ourselves Where else can we hear caresses without words Uttered upon the obscure practice of the revealing howl? Our only devotion to the sacrament of nothing The blessed revival has become undone Cloaked in sin and the blindest servitude Another form yet unknown Condemns our morbid curiosity for Angels And their symptoms You are now picturing Everything that has ever brought you pain Ingest this horror and know that we are one We are one... Never awaken Never awaken This song unsung Waiting beneath colliding skies That fall upon us As nightmares twist reality into who we have become Oh, degenerate kunst How we see the demons in ourselves This last great seance is coming to itsend Wicked has become the night A promise she has never kept I invoke your deepest beliefs And hear the wings erupt from within Mastery of illusion Be true to your begotten Dreams of the Dragon