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