Velvet Demise - Bishop Of Hexen

Cold, frost beaten heart

A chasm of chills

Stone-mind

Bleeds futile Dreams

Steel-eyes

Dull all these years

Stagnation

A wrecked man-child collapses into himself

Just to emerge to a miserable conscious back again

Stagnation…

And the songs of reason subside

Their voice-distant

Deep within thy depths

Dead within the deep

A silent dirge Buried inside a human casket

Crystallized

Strike of strike

Whip-tongue chastise

Some strangle, some chain

And other aim to burn

Until every vein and bone are crystallized

In the vast green garden where

Tears and trees and fears grow

I can be found between the pages

Where the wind of fear blows

In the bleak meadows of the past

Pain and pebbles lie low

There lies the answer to my daily demise

And I celebrate a decade of disease

1000 steps lead straight to ethereal bliss

And millions of trails lead

To this hollow-graphic hard core

Soul shredding masterpiece and none

Could aid and nowhere to run

Ashes

To rise from the pyre

Reconstruction

Another lazarus engulfed by a blue fire

To rebuild and from earth’s wonders

Rejuvenate or remain scattered ashes

Yet there comes a time

When fleeting moments leave

A tender mark on the skin

And cut straight down your spine

Maybe after all this is done

And such horror-sickness will be gone

I will get «myself» back to be «mine»…

And we will claim ourselves

From the dying sons