There was an echo, an old sore,
A bewildering reflection.
No winds, but cricket chirps
alongside to the trail.
Traces before me.
Something flitting across.
Maybe a shadow, a famine imagery.
A pasture on the left repeals my worry
That no soul had been here before me
As at this glimpse of joy appeared
A long lost fiend who spoke to me:

Welcome, brother.
Welcome, traitor.
Welcome, ever longed-for Intimate.
Repent and atone in vengeful embrace.
In vengeful embrace.

I was seized with mere fear
As at his words I did recall
A face, a name, my frailty.
A tragedy in december snow.
And all turned into rampant
Tendrils entwined about my neck.
A mist gathered where suns would be
And again he did speak to me Welcome, brother.
Welcome, traitor.
Welcome, ever longed-for Intimate.
Repent and atone in vengeful embrace.
In vengeful embrace.

She burdened me with her kiss
Bedecked garment in the clear
Yearned for her in fetters sweet
That were never meant to release.
December's virgin snow
A tender touch at ease
let luster grow in her eyes
At our chalet in conceal.
And she burdened me with her kiss
Bedecked garment in the clear
Yearned for her in fetters sweet
Never meant to release.
When luster passed from her eyes.

Again there was this echo,
an old sore torn wide open,
This bewildering reflection.
I did repel, but never repented.

Oh brother, traitor.
Ever longed-for Intimate
Woe betide you
For you stole what was mine.

Dismal grin onto still born lust
like a whisper in a thousand other's rut
slow and underestimated, dismissed touch
the ferocious disgust pilfers the frail one's blood.

I miss this seditious revelation of your suns
the fierce intimation, the abandonment for once
But silence girds what regret should smother
for in the end there lies no end in my hands or any other's.

I wish I felt torment
for knowing casts a shade on suns
expired for all moments
a comfort that itself outdoes

Whatever Nothing I feel with no utterance it reigns,
whatever torment prevails, expires me.

Dismal grin to still-born lust like a whisper in a thousand other's rut
slow and underestimated, dismissed touch
the ferocious disgust pilfers the frail one's blood.

I wish I felt torment
for knowing casts a shade on suns
expired for all moments
a comfort that itself outdoes.

Only one step away from the core
One tiny step to purge the soul
One more vision to shatter

Oh, come sweet dreams
Sweet illusions of a bleak
I see the vipers in the distance
as they come to feed me.

How I long for you, For the fever of your embrace
For the taste of desire

An endless shroud of agony
But still I wallow in its eternity
I see the vipers in the distance
as they come to feed me.

I never reckoned today could bear a light
As I awoke this morning it felt as any other night.
I sense your presence close to me
and every fiber of my feverish body
feeds on your raving shine.
I never reckoned today could bear a light
As I awoke this morning it felt as any other night.
Torments of Soul released in an instant
A breath with the lungs of a torn
And the heart of an infant. What a content sentiment it was
To lay beside her, her sweet caress.

"How I longed for you,
For the fever of your embrace
For the taste of desire"

An endless shroud of agony
But still I wallow in its eternity
I see the vipers in the distance
as they come to feed me.

Another night has settled, another day had passed
Another cry I spilled, another tear at night.

"This is the long way down to Eden"
I heared her say when she left,"
But what is the way,
what must I know before to walk it?"
"That nothing is certain, but uncertainty!".

I never reckoned today could bear a light
As I awoke this morning it felt as any other night.
I sense your presence close to me
and every fiber of my feverish body
feeds on your raving shine.
I never reckoned today could bear a light
As I awoke this morning it felt as any other night.

A battle, state and inconvenient,
A battle fought so acute in pride.
A curse or rather plague, a fever,
Nailed me to the fireside.

At a crackling wood's spark flight to the skies,
The tempest king, he claims the throne.
But halts in stride as equal legions
Melt into the leader's tone.

An elder king arose
From blood soaked fallow battlefields
With orders calm at urgent voice
And reasoning as iron shields.

And dreadful words it were
As he spoke of abandonment
Thus I shivered as the Tempest,
As his fever came upon my hand.

Then swords were risen by the brave
As for me I rose a twig towards the skies.

And no one would withdraw
One's eyes were as the fiend's.
All men in flames and zeal.
As ire filled to burdening air.

While two in brawl for the throne
A third with grins on stainless cheeks
In bushes watching in conceal
Delighted of the bleak.

At sudden startled,
Dismay had dropped my twig
I turned down the fireside
And the last sparks of the night
Lit the my paths with golden wings
Sensing me and my Three Neuron Kings.