He Will Fight Savagely

When I've grown weary of the gentle love

And the vainglory in all its creation

I will break its hold in your embrace

Low into your wild beauty's foundation

Cloven steps toward destiny's shrine, I retrace

May the wind about my ears settle in rest

So that your subtle tongue can wrest them with its pull to grim duty

However bleak the task to which you beckon, I will answer

As I cherish your kiss that presses cruelly

With your tail in hand, I am led to the end of man

And the door of succession

Where I suffer the gaze of your cleansing sins

Atop heavenly ruins

Work on a temple begins

Empty is the mouth that carries no war;

Let the breath be pulled from mine

Before it tastes a sue for peace

For hollow is the fireless heart;

Upon strife's ignition, will mine eternally feast

With your tail in hand, I am led to the end of man

And the door of succession

Where I suffer the gaze of your cleansing sins

Atop heavenly ruins

Work on a temple begins

I know theaching of The End

And I will never be left by its desire for the death of all;

It is by its mouth's pull

That into life's most vibrant plains, I am called

Unto its sacred majesty

I offer my pride that blinds

I will fight savagely

Amid the fray of psychic torrents

I will reside