How hungry we've become
Like animals naked in shame
Fed with the hooves of apocalypse
That galloped down
Disordered worlds behind
From word to a word, I was led to a word
That spanned over cultures in rage
Crimson masses, steeped in decadence
Holding our tongues to the thirsty sun
So, is the future still open?
Then enter, hornet from our hive-dark hearts
To draw down the end from within
We need not the horns that emanate
From our warty, haunted bodies
Nihilist, Hedon, the priceless art of their lives
Sorrow is a wing laid atop their heads
Skin deep, we carve our immeasurable sorrow
In the fold of your shivering arms
Hedon, your children wild
And filled with death
Jupiter in our unforgiving eyes
A pandemonium of bodies and gold
Eager as a part of your face
And the sickness attached to your skin
(Stone)
As the wine-rush, charging
From androgynous wombs
To open free the lid of pain
Hedon, rinsed in post-human shadows
A monument scorned by the teeth of time
Stale faced keeper of secrets
Loaded with implosive fire
The whore that carried the apostle
To the mating point on the graves of giants