DEATH TO MIND, DEATH TO FIND

30 October 2012

THE TRAILS OF MIRRORS, DISTORTED AND HIDING FROM THE SUN

BURIED DEEP - THE FLESH SET FREE
BLOOD BE DRUNK - BY THOSE STILL LIVING

BRAIN SILENCED - NERVES UNGLUED
TRAP BE SEALED - ALL NOTHING ENTOMBED

ROTTING CORPSE, LONE TO LAST BLACKNESS
WINDS OF SORCERY, ACCEPT! AS CURRENT TO STONE
EMPTY MUTANT, NOT DEFIANCE NOR YIELDING CAN LEAD YOU.
DEATH'S CRIES AWAKEN THIS SAVAGE METAMORPHOSIS UNKNOWN.

MAGICKS BLACK: SCREAM TOWARD DEATH'S LATEST WORK.
MAGICKS BLACK: FOLLOW SHADOW'S PATH AS BURNED.

SORCERY SHARP: FLY FAST! TO SEW THE SCREAMS TO DIRT.
SORCERY EVIL: BRING MIND AND PAIN! FIND WHAT DEATH DESERTS.

TELL ME WHAT THE BODY BURIED.

AS CORPSE MEETS DEATH, SO MUST SHADOW MEET CORPSE.
THE TRAPPED DEAD REFLECT WITH DARKNESS AND SHADOW;
THAT WHICH REFLECTS BACK TO THE LIGHT OF MORTALITY,
BY THE SHADOWS, IS WHERE DEAD WALK AND LIVING REMEMBER.

MORTAL + DEAD
DARKNESS + SHADOWS
TAKE ME AWAY