Bleak Existence - Corpus Christii

Corroded blades draw the fire of night

For a perished existence to a vortex of magnificence

No pleasure greater, no circumstance more dire

For now He lives through me

Underneath this flesh lies a broken man

Splitting the will of secret angels

Building bridges to other paradoxes

Swallowing Thy serpent semen

Corrupting for the God above, God below

With a heart who will see no hope nor love

Chains keeping talisman restrained

Making the dusk as eternal this man’s fate

This bleak existence

The path, clearly revealed His essence of revelations unfold

From glorious white lines

To the unbearable shame of Man

SATAN SATAN SATAN