Between The Sunset's Bloodstained Veil,

Thy Horned Prospect Reflects On Me.



The He-goat Above - The She-goat Below

Cried Through Beads Of Mirrored Tears

It Fills The Air ! - It Fills The Air !

An Atmosphere That Hath No Key.



I'm Disguised By The Kindle Of Nite And I Can Fill Your Liquid, Glass Heart

Grasp Your Cold-shaded Breath And Whisper The Sign Of The Hidded Stone

I'm In The Circle And I Am The Shell That Granted You The Horns Of All-Begetter

A Fixed, Startless Vision And A Sullen Fabrication Cursed The Sun

Of Which Our Lustful Ways Are Performed.



Half Of Me Is All Of Her

Hath No Shower; Hath No Sol

Half Of Me Is All Of Her

Hath No Shower; Hath No Sol

Half Of Me Is All Of Her

Hath No Shower; Hath No Sol



Akhera-goiti

Akhera-beiti

Fantasies I Realized

Dance Of Thorns, I Thrive

For Below The Great Abyss Is A Virtue Contained In Itself.



"We Shall Eagerly Expect One Black Opalith For Tomorrow."