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Emesis of the Soul

there is black silent marching in the wood

seems to be sheer minutes of destruction

why do you stand still

decay house of your father

why do raise up

led blackness to your lips

you watch a hunter gut his trophy in the wood

his hands damp of blood and sweat in the mist

you the shivering animal

you the slaughtering priest

your lids drunken with incense

see the stars saturn red

from dephts voices of the leper dwell

in blood shades of deer lament above him

pain cries from the vault

weep blossom in blood

torture kill the beast

leave shadows of grief

ther?s black, silent marching in the forest

mute destruction in silent graves dwell

red, longgone evening

through a wall of stone

your laughter in the dark

see the stars saturn red



Emesis of the Soul / Darkside

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