Album: Ruin
Consecrate the ceremony.
Or bear the oblation.
See you this maiden whore.
With whom you wish to copulate.
You see her beauty - I see the skull beneath the skin.
I smell the fragrant dusk of graves and the yellowed linen.
"Calamity of fate!" - the portents cry.
She longs to join the earth.
Until all is but an elysian field (beset with glistening urns).
A desolate, echoing cinerarium rattled by the winter wind.
Merciless, I raise the cup.
I beseech it be filled.
I am the celebrant in this rite of shrouds.
We abscond to ashes and dust occludes us all.
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