The Paradox

Prodigious dreams, entangled and black

Coiled in the corners of life

Hallucinations, engraved in our bones

Futile, monotonous lives

The poison circle, eyes within eyes

How black our madness to be

Spectral salvation, unfurling itself

Through labyrinthian nights

To carry these dead notes

As we stare into the abyss

Our ruin, twisted and black

Into the starving void

Dehumanization of our art and culture

Parent of horrors to be

Mankind is nothing but self-conscious flesh

The triumph of our own deceit

The structures they now crumble

The fevered liturgy

Black with the scars of madness

We hide within our crypts

Through mad winds of terror

Dreams are disturbed

In pulse after heaven-wide pulse

Older than darkness, colours unknown

Within the pit of death

Heroic dreams now trampled

By figures in rust-coloured robes

A region, illuminated

Into the nuclear dawn

The structures they now crumble

The fevered liturgy

Black with the scars of madness

We hide within our crypts

And as all hope turns to black

Into the dreamless night

As all hope turns to black

Of pessimism and paradox

No hope – All black

No hope – All black

And as all hope turns to black

Into the dreamless night

As all hope turns to black

Of pessimism and paradox

Of pessimism and paradox

Of pessimism and paradox