A Mask of Lucidity - Serpent Of Gnosis

My eyes can now only discern a pale blur of mourning frowns

These faceless, damned bodies surround me and they’re howling in an

incomprehensible static

Static, static

Their rhythmic exhales emit a rolling smoke

Their rhythmic exhales emit a rolling smoke through the irreversible cold

Cold, cold, cold, cold, irreversible cold

A blooming notion of tenderness grows over me as their eyes gradually emit the

color of a dying sun

I am clearly lost

This sensation of dread intertwined

I am clearly lost

This sensation of dread intertwined in a mask of lucidity