Drunk with the nectar Of submission Of submission
I feel nothing more I feel nothing more Than existence Than existence
A loneliness That will not Come off In the narcissism Of the harbour
We are lost Vaster than night My pride My Threat My thrust
This is beyond, very far This is beyond Oh, this is beyond
This is beyond, very far This is beyond, This is beyond
Is this the final exorcism? Of an obsession In the obsession?
Swept clean of the past And its errors Shall we take new roads? We shall take new roads
Look. Lost Vast night Tearing and loathing Thrashing without you
To the church of tomorrow Death Is The Martyr Of Beauty Look, here is our runic wreath Look here!
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