Cathedral
Demo # 2
1. Comiserating the Celebration
Our pleasures be joyless doleful experiences.
We seek not life's beauty but cherish its funeral aspects.
We crave the (mis)fortunes rich in their non entity
Rejoice in celebrating less severe tragedies.
In the toil to exist we excrete individuality
Whilst captivating internment in cloned identity.
Real is the oration of stone possessed emotion.
I yearn isolation from this realisation.
Reject the elation of blissful tranquility,
obsessions they lay with the bleak and sinister.
A wealth of treasures be ours to take possession
Yet we break bones and gruel to savour simulations.
Disciples of the drabness devotees of worthlessness
Consent to endure the anguish and form only ashes.
Real is the oration of stone possessed emotion.
I yearn isolation from this realisation.
Oh yeah let me go.
Let me wander through buildings immense in their desolation.
At peace from your catastrophe here with gargoyles as my friends.
2. Neophytes of the Serpent Eve
The serpent she writhes in knowledge for rebellion and heresy,
The serpent she thrives on knowledge for beauty and ecstasy,
The night contains me, exults me, promises me the tender touch of the serpents dreams.
O' to dark foundations grey deliverance, mesmerized by descent shrouded in calm.
Fabled curses plunge to depths untold
I conjure bind and charge thee to heavens unknown.
Fabled curses plunge to depths untold
I conjure bind and charge thee to heavens entombed.
O' yea serpent eve.
Gather to the lords of facade, beneath the cross of false,
Crawl to the figure speared wither within its name.
Raise the current clear the stream, herald the sound of the serpent dreams.
Into the night for the serpent eve psalms for the spirit, charms for the calling.
We're neophytes for serpents eve.
3. Reaching Happiness, Touching Pain
Dark oceans we cry, writhing in the misery,
Cast spit upon the love that lay at our feet,
The intrigue of pain we crave it's mystery
Neglect to explore the depths to sanctity.
We reach happiness, divine in providence,
Our lamented desires, lose scent of the essence.
Shunned is the prosperity, we feel the anxiety,
Self inserting the knives in our heart.
Luring to degrade with bribes of affection,
Can't abide divinity over our imperfection.
All love is broken, somber in devotion,
The hearse of selfishness has drove it all away.
Shunned is the prosperity, we feel the anxiety,
Self inserting the knives in our heart.
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