1. LOVE'S FUNERAL PYRE

Pain,
Cast through the iniquities ov life,
I gaze forth,
Through the miasma ov my solitude.

The world makes its revolution
as the conjuror ov seasons
weeves its last song
For the winds now grow cold.

I ponder
This wretched existence
in bemusement and malice,
For we are no more.

Let love bleed,
Deeper and darker
Than the seas ov Hel.

We are undone,
crushed and thrown away,
By the blackness
We both sired in our hearts.

No more trust,
We go separate ways
And try to forget
The horrors we witnessed.

Let love burn
Blacker and bloodier
than a funeral pyre.

Yes,
Let this love burn
into the cinders ov nothingness,
For it will never exist again.