UNDER DARK RUINS OF GRIEF

SHADOWS OF DEADANGELS PLAY

AND MY SILENCE IS A BLACK SKY

FACES OF DEATH BENEATH



INTOXICATED BY PAIN

ANGELS REST IN ROOMS



IN DUSK MANKINDS RUINS ROT

ANGELS WITH FILTH STAINED WINGS

HUMILITY SILENT BLEEDS

AS GOLDEN GRIEF FADES AWAY



LIGHT`S SHIMMERING VEIL

DIM AND DRAPED STIGMATA



AND A CALL ECHOED IN TIME

IS A HYMN FOR THE CHOSEN ONES



AND A CALL ECHOED IN TIME

IS A HYMN FOR THE CHOSEN ONES

FOR A SAVIOUR IS NOT IN SIGHT

SING THE HYMN TO THE CHOSEN ONES



THERE; WHERE THE DEAD LIE

ANGELS WOULD WASTE A TEAR

RAVENS FLY WITH CORRODING WINGS

DRIVEN BY IMMENSE DESIRE



STARING UP IN EMPTINESS

SUNKEN COLOURS MOVE



MAGNIFICENT VEIL OF BELIEF

STIMATIZED ANGELS IN UTTER DECAY

DEEP RIVER SILENTLY BREATHES

RAISING EMACIATED HANDS



THROUGH MYSTIC INFINITIES