To the Depths (In Degradation)

We lay decumbant

Under the horns of the cresent moon...

Destined to degust omnipotence

We naturally incubate

Slowly covering in crust...

And migrate into morpheus dimensions

A reunion for the deceased to achieve universal knowledge...

Seeking a destination of desolation

Far beyond the tormentor...

Forms out of fog, a permanent dusk

The night in which the myths are to be acknowledged...

If not so, dismemberment in return...

Embrace what destiny reveals, but you'll fall...

Thoughts of my agonies go back to when life was not entered

No one shall miss the secretions from your marrow...

Drenched in accumualated impurities, I would not let this

Slip by

An entity takes over your body, it is the keeper, guider...

Trust your mentor to the deep...

Your mind will wander as presentiments of your death

Peak to a state of confusion