Where are the leading gods
That once stood loyal at the threshold of it all
Grand in absence
Smothered lay their vessels
All draped like molten shrines
I can taste the rot from their profound smiles
Where are the vices of men
That once shook the pedestal of meaning
That once cleansed the dreams of the rightious
Now pour your bewildered blood
On the plains of slaughtered truth
Goddamned be this f**ing world
The birth of a new dawn unsung
Blackened rain thicks as tar
Suffocates the moisty ground
Fields of the lifeless
From where I stretch an endless gaze
As cold as heavens' slain
As cold as heavens' slain
The d**h of heaven is a goddess
Her hand reaches from the ghastly deep
A vision of unearthed beauty
Lurks me into endless bliss
In a whirlwind of inverted prayers
No soul is left to keep
Already dead before the wake
No god, no soul, nothing to take