I see the recollection against the tides of dying suns

The cone of the existence forced and raped in doubled lines

Down where I belong

Eyes to seek, eyes to steal what lives and bleeds

Hiding, hunting beauty until the climax of the hunt

Royal Hunt!

The dogs are loose now they run as one

On the trail of scent obey my commands

They gut!

Lead your way into the forest

Do not fear the grace, the beauty waiting on your path

You are here to gut, obey your instinct and gut

This is what you are

I ran for the kill

Why am I running now?

More and more light on my feet

This is what you are

The dogs barking around me are my army no more

More and more light on your feet

More and more flesh for the beasts

In their eyes now reflects something I cannot tell

In their mouth my flesh crawls, but this is not me

Actaeon!

Each and every bite a ripple in time

Divide, reunite, collide

Slaughtered in front of my own eyes!

Be sure every mouth is fed

Be sure again and again

Actaeon!

The dogs are loose again. I witness my own fall

Embalm the hero, gather your faith

The device warps pain throughout space

In a timeless bleeding lean against the dead tree

That pierces the frame

My eyes cannot look past