Uncouth tears
Fallen upon
Sepulcher prison
A condemned voice
Stands to be
All that remains
Living within the
Loathsome lair
Honor and Shame
Bury the child
Blame the innocent
Feel the hammer
Of righteous indignation
Crush your
Arrogant resolve
[Desire tends to
Speak in no
Simple tongue
A sharp ear
Still lies masked
In its inborn
Virginal ignorance]
Recondite vocation
Methods of madness
Lie within the darkness
It lies within the
Animus foundation
[If the truth
Had even
The slightest
Possibility of
Sad recognition
Then our
Miserable history
Would be tarnished
With the
Muddy spark
Of success]
Nocturne vampirical
Suckle on
The marrow
Of impetuous need
Bleed the feeble masses
To your own agenda
Set the nails
With dear care
Into the cross
Of the weak
For one day
On there
You shall hang