Where white doves fall as hammers
And the wilted horses dream of lions

To the crashing shores, hooves through bloodied tears
Rising red rosarium
Blossoming choirs
Beatitudes... Of the endless end
Where white doves fall

White doves fall as hammers
And the wilted horses dream of lions
Of the drapery, moth grey veils
Where the black winds rage

This is our end design
The war on all life
Of our mindless vessels
Death we breathe

Life's demise, mechanized end design
Far beyond our humanity
Our end design
To be erased from all time
Through the shadow of the valley of death
We bathe in blood

The saturnine spheres of fluttering wings
Dusted wombs
Upon the ebbing auras they feed
Drawn to life

Burning moths, we've set free
Illuminate the way
Across killing fields, once golden
What have we done?
What have we done?

One last time, upon the threshold
In our hands vultures wheel
As time swings the great pendulum
Dawn of the industrial dirge
Where pilgrims sing our fate
No more chances?are we too late?

Exiled voices
All of the one tongue
Words of extinction, chorus of truth

Life's demise, mechanized end design
Far beyond our humanity
Our end design
To be erased from all time
Through the shadow of the valley of death
The same blood

Ghosts of porcelain waste
The innocence in faith
Through translucent eyes
In shifting shades of pale upon pale
Writhing across the neverwhere

Haunting reflections of the mirrored void
Is this the end of everything we love?
The wounds of life weaving the loom
Dwellers in the deep? worlds entombed

Of all the fragile, their desolate veins
Ravenous hearts, euphoric suffering
Poison of the well, where the black tongues sing
Intra Venus quickens
A curse of life
Bequeathed, gorging sanguine like cancer
They prey for blood, wretched are the gods
For the stillborn suns of never
They are the severed
The lifeline to end forever

Lanced, earthen flesh of enslavement?intravenous
Descending liquid shadows, all entwining
Their distant sights weaving the loom
Dwellers in the deep... drift below

To the ferryman's drains
Seek a cure for the pain

The end of all we love and lust
In tainted flesh of doubt and corruption
Is it too late? Will death be my lover?
Will death be my lover?
And into ribs... crib, cradled, caressed
A moment between black talons, blessed
Consciousness, a breath... regret
Clarity come forth, is there salvation?

Haunting reflections of the mirrored void
Is this the end of everything we love?
Wounds of life wield the strength to rise
Dwellers in the deep, dream of hope, only hope

The end of everything we love
The end of everything we love

All veiled by sunlight
A murder for evenfall
Where a new dawn resides
Veiled by sunlight
All veiled by sunlight
Of gilded silhouettes
Where long shadows rise

As winds whisper, o' harbinger, lamenting twilight
All drowned within, cold stars ignite
The world closed its eyes

Of Lorelei
Dead dreams rising
Lost to a frayed dimension
And what lies beneath
The labyrinth within the sea
The black skies of twenty thousand leagues

Keelhauled and crippled
Tangled in misery
An abyss of dying dreams
Cascading delirium

Nebulous skin of change? reflecting
Seething dead eyes
Drowning within two black mirrors
The writhe of our stained-glass angels
Diaphanous
Pale tongues upon our spines
Behold, star-crossed, moribund
Fleeting, the fall? to our funeral

As moths' bleed from our wounds of faith
All light wanes
And upon our open palms are dreams of ash and ember

Beneath aqueducts, anointed... we transfigure
And within the void we are breathless, we are delivered

A crown of coal-black eyes, tendrils of shadow
Breathless, beloved, godless... we are home

Beneath aqueducts, anointed... we transfigure
And within the void we are breathless, we are delivered

And within the void we are breathless

Beneath aqueducts, anointed... we transfigure
Within the void we are breathless, we are delivered

Before the flame, we transcend
Bearing light in hues of sunrise
With devil'ed wings as wind torn shrouds
Faithless decadence

Together, forever... of all
Tomorrow, we dream no more
Our gods lay in quiescence
The end, true freedom
Baroque'n forms 'neath mourningstars
Where the moon will wither
Here, we are of the sun
We become the earth

Wounds of earth, purging fire? burning bloodstreams
Bereft of pulse and light
Crimson, gold, a new sun... empyreal
Crimson, gold, one last sun to ember

Dead seas of life
Dead seas of life

In shades of faceless grey, unto ashes
Our dying memories, our faded lives
Within this urn inversed, pain released
We are the ones that were, what once was

We are the ones that were, what once was