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...
and although it can be argued whether time will ever...
For thou sweepst me in thy robe of guilt with...
Gently hold our heads gently hold our heads on high...
A shimmertrace of divinity lost in the beckoning midnight vault...
Crown the impulse that deliberately fall defeat in spiritless action...
A bolt of blazing gold, lifted from the horizon's edge...
With each daring new concept creation and form one fragment...