Grief to Master - Noctiferia

Of wretched god and sullen ties

Is nothing hard for me to think

Yet, I rather think of something far

More admissible

Sour face of just thoughts

I disincline!

Forcing you at cold death torment

Laugh not certain when you die

There is no such hope as the end

No hope is given until you fry

Coventrizing ownself to pus, and

Cowardice

I despise!

A leerlike tantrum in my eyes

Seek no death nor hope

Defile is my foe

Cross the line to life

Cross the line to life!

Heed the seething of my heart

Which I’ve sent to the burning realms

And even if God gave me torment

And tried to cleanse my soul

A mortal man with mortal sin

Hate within remains

Now life begin!

Twine in thoughts of the arriving

Twine through the archaean

Athwart the etherial luminary singe

I claim the death of pain

Forced to admit the nature of enough

And rend the cloth of done

The locution enmity is gone

A mortal man with mortal sin

Hate within remains

Heed the seething of my heart

Which I’ve sent to the burning realms

Heed the seething of my heart

Which I’ve sent to the burning realms

Ebonrinded now returns Yet pure

Hear not a far cry of fraudulent!

Fear not a far cry of fraudulent dream…