Landscapes of frozen methane. Vast fields of blue dust before my eyes. I was sent here to describe and tease. The minds of the fantasy kings (of my homeland).
Burn the crucifix.. Cremate the sould of the Virginborn. Freeze the shadow of ashes and let. it float away by the Thunder listener's. intense eyelash movements under their.
I am allergic to my own tongue. Licking my wounds, end up in Tears. I sweep my teeth in yellow Spit. Rotting Christ before my eyes. I spit in the mouth of the priest -.
Into the abyss I fall. And dark is the Reich of the dead. A portal to reach to the side. Where bodies fall from the sky. Solitude and peace of mind. Entombed in Cromlech.
Nocturnal flight, no shadows cast. A distant symbol of our beyond. Life lies in front of us. Sacred Ground, Rotten Earth. . Ashes To Dust. Flesh Decomposed.
I have had this Vision. Of a voyage in mind and soul. Through silent Somniferous scenes. Within the enclosed chambers of my. . Untouched spiritual experiences.