So Clean, So Empty - Septicflesh

You come to me as the flies to the spider

blinded from my intellectual darkening

Try to move in the

holographic image of choice

and I’ll project you one of my corridors

The cobweb is so carefully woven

That even the veil dressed fates

bow with admiration.

It has so many ways,

countless like my names

How I adore to mask the truth

so that only the worthy of my

generosity could find it.

I can wait enthrowned in the center

of this necropolis, with patience

built upon the solid stones

of millenniums

Keep feeding on the notorious lotus

swallowing my sweet promises