1. WOLVES' HOUR

Moon stands guarding as an eye in the sky.
Gaze the heart of void and nothingness;
Bear witness to birth of a new form.

In permanent midnight, where shadows breathe,
Gaining ground among filth and whores.

A faint memory of once witnessing the sun.
Insomnia deepens as wolves prowl on my door.

Under the dusk's wings, in pitch black corners
Men without faces observing the herd.

Insects speaking in tongues of god.
Unknown frequencies calling me on.

Artificial light breaches my windows.
Inside a concrete hell, a prisoner of solitude.

But in my dreams, I roam the nameless cities.
And in my dreams, I call the void my home.


2. GOWN OF MOSS

An offering in your lifeless skin.
A one last kiss for your lips so cold.

Farewell, my love. I had to let you die.
Understand the nature of sacrifice.

I'll carry you on, lay you to rest.
I will watch you sink to the womb of earth.

A pale bride, in a gown of moss.

Nothing as pure, nothing as beautiful
As your naked body when the fen consumes it.

The animals dance, as I give away my love.

You become one with the earth.
You become one with the dirt.
You become one with the trees.
You become one with the sky.


3. BLACK EARTH

Black earth rises,
As warm blood stains its ground.
Black hearts beating
Like man's wardrums of flesh.

They chant their prayers
To the deaf ears of their great deceiver.

Curse in our veins,
Atonement waiting on the gates.
No salvation
From the ordeal of humanity.

Walk, walk, among the sheep,
Straight for the butcher's knife.

Row, row, on a sinking boat,
As the sharks are gaining you.