Enter Suicidal Angels; How hungry have we become; Like animals...
cowardice, this chain of events gather and plot the ensnaring...
Beautiful, oh web of stars that looms amid the sons...
For thou sweepst me in thy robe of guilt with...
With each daring new concept creation and form one fragment...
and although it can be argued whether time will ever...
A bolt of blazing gold, lifted from the horizon's edge...
now as the lights go down deeper now it seems...
Gently hold our heads gently hold our heads on high...
A shimmertrace of divinity lost in the beckoning midnight vault...