Tytuł: Hedon

• Wykonawca: Dark Tranquillity
• Wyświetleń: 262

How hungry we've become;
   like animals naked in shame
   fed with the hooves of apocalypse t
   hat galloped down,
   disordered worlds behind
  
   From word to a word I was led to a word
   that spanned over cultures in rage
   Crimson masses, steeped in decadence
   holding our tongues to the thirsty sun
   So, is the future still open?
   Then enter, hornet, from our hive-dark hearts
   to draw down the end from within
  
   We need not the horns
   that emanate
   from our warty, haunted bodies
   # # # # # # #
  
   Nihilist, hedon
   the priceless art of their lives
   sorrow is a wing laid atop their heads.
   skin deep, we carve our immeasurable sorrow i
   n the fold of your shivering arms
  
   Hedon,
   Your children wild and filled with death
  
   # Jupiter in our unforgiving eyes:
   a pandemonium of bodies and gold
   eager, as a part of your face
   and the sickness attached to your skin (stone)
   as the wine-rush, charging from androgynous wombs
   to open free the lid of pain #
  
   Hedon,
   rinsed in post-human shadows
   a monument scorned by the teeth of time
   stale-faced keeper of secrets,
   loaded with implosive fire
   the whore that carried the apostle
   to the mating point on the graves of giants
  
   We look at you, afraid
   to see what we really are.