I. Theory of DanceWar twisting our connections(With sorrow and frost in can)Twisting up the knoll with core(It is just the tree in the park)What can b..
I. NoonAfter storms brew in silver mistsThe serpent crawls to our pedestalAs we run back to the color killersThe game emerges from insanityI am the si..
Writhe in the poems of our deepest midnightSeducing our souls to flood the howling Styx With music that takes and colors our palmsWritten to spite the..
A tyrant stares into his fragile mindA note caresses the sound he'll not findA word upon him waves to the reaperIn home of kings by scepter they'll re..
In costume they dance beneath the moonAs their nether words sink in the pondA theme reflection beckons with steamTo ignite the reason from a sleeping ..
Web blackness in a sin of the night flowingAs the voices speak in my mindThe turning of their heads plunge in obscurityChaste visions of death and dis..
Cosmic borne dialogues of air and fashionConditioning the lightest knight with spear and shieldBetwixt starless yards and macrocosm lawnsWith sorrow p..
I. O Magnum NoctumIn the weary morningComing to a revelation in a trance of deliriumOn the pedestal of manifestations with eveningNoticing the collaps..
...and I am asleepwith euphoric visions clutching at the cloth.Reaching for my bed with vile flares in the mosaic of my froth....and I am awakewith Ad..