歌词
Forced to pause amid the breath of petrified nostrils
Beastlike, primeval, looming
A golden crown and raiment weigh heavy up his path
Where opulence is ballast rise the corridors of savagery
Feeleth it not a touch of a pale hand
Heareth it not a warning chant
No maw so eager to swallow tongues in abjection
A grotesque mating dance
No nakedness so hostile
Chased uphill between silent monstrosities
Minatorially echoing isolation
Limbs wounded and basted with the salt of thе mountain
The grimace of God's instinct is beautifiеd here
And she shall not relent...
A prayer for death as a poem to the stars
Gold dust trickles through hands that reached towards the nightsky
A rotten heart of greed is buried tonight
Forsaken uner rock, becoming clouds
Bonfires fed with remains of fortune
Let them be seen from afar!
Chasten us all and never soothe the mountain