Dimorphic - Miseration

When the storm came

Bashing waters against my windows

Ripping my calm and making the dark complete

I knew not to die in autumn

Herald a spice of cold

Reeming through for life

Escaping the anguish of days gone bad

Towards days going worse

Hell — I see it

Hell — I know your domains

Hell on a crown of thorns

The terror of a statue taking posture

In this contaminated building

If I could see it I’d tear my eyes out

For how to bear this knowing

Of how flesh turning to stone, iron or dust

It happened just now

Hell to be relived

In order to make a new god

Hell for only me, so that you might live

Nothing left in the mirror’s frame now

Something must have left this room

Thought all the doors are locked

And have been sealed firmly since ages

Nothing left in the mirror’s frame now

Something must have left this room

Hell — I see it

Hell — I know your domains

Hell on a crown of thorns

Hell to be relived

In order to make a new god

Hell for only me, so that you might live

Hell on a crown of thorns

When the storm came

Bashing waters against my windows

Ripping my calm and making the dark complete

I knew not to die in autumn

Herald a spice of cold

Reeming through for life

Escaping the anguish of days gone bad

Towards days going worse