yesterdusk your soul was truer
than psyche's gods who earthward peer:
ah, moon-shadowed dreams were newer
and early hearts beguiled each fear.
those yesterdusk dreams wouldn't fail
until the bridge of heavens cracked:
ah, silly as a lover's tale,
we hoped the saints held ours intact.
toward this crucible dawns led us
and fed with death those hopes we'd fanned:
our mad cosmic butcher fed us
angels' milk, with one poisoned hand.
love is the martyr's beautiful hallucination..
- 专辑:Hallucination of Beauty
- 歌手:Tales of Murder and Dust
- 歌曲:Hypnotized Narcissist