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