Hedon

Enter suicidal angels How hungry we've become Like animals naked in shame Fed with the hooves of apocalypse That galloped down, disordered worlds behind From word to a word, I was led to a word That spanned over cultures in rage Crimson masses, steeped in decadence Holding our tongues to the thirsty sun So, is the future still open? Then enter, hornet, from our hive-dark hearts To draw down the end from within We need not the horns That emanate from our dying, haunted bodes Seven in number they are Nihilist, Hedon The priceless art of their lives Sorrow is a wing laid atop their heads Skin deep We carve our immeasurable sorrow In the fold of your shivering arms How hungry we've become Like animals naked in shame Fed with the hooves of apocalypse That galloped down, disordered worlds behind Hedon Your chindren wild Hedon And filled with death Jupiter in our unforgiving eves A pandemonium of bodies and gold Eager, as a part of your face And the sickness attached to your skin (stone) As the wine-rush Charging from androgynous wombs To open free the lid of pain Hedon Rinsed in post-human shadows A monument scorned by the teeth of time Stale-faced keeper of secrets Loaded with implosive fire The whore that carried the apostle To the mating point on the graves of giants We look at you, afraid To see what we really are We look at you, afraid To see what we really are