Withering Indignation - Evoken

Open wide and tell me your tales

Of secrecy found within wisdom but no man shall learn

Leaving your pale dying legs frowning upon fragments of life

Ages on ages have passed over, some have fallen for you

Poured from the throat, need I ask to be perverse?

Untouched by heart, hand or sight.

This crown if for her

Awake from sleep… frightening.

Awake to life… faithless

Bathe her in springs of serpents only to rise at will…

You’re mine now, woven from hypocrisy

Touch the sick hope that mankind instills in me

A beauty meshed within the spider’s web

A momnet of irony, a year of reflection

You’re mine now, the slime of the garden

A rose withered a voice from the past