Créditos
Letra
In twilight born
More than nocturne or day
In predawn depths discerned
Your burning shape
Luminous beneath a fevered moon
What serpent grace defines
The Line, the Cross, and the Curve?
So without a wall, some in misery
To nihil bend in pompous form
Purblind to the promise
The fullness of the void
Do only maenads know
How much fat to be sucked
From the earth of Utopia?
So wisdom warps
So wisdom weaves
In penumbral gloom
In ash and bloom
In carnal blasphemy
Entangled violently
In this, infernally
A beast for thee
