Walpurgisnacht
JOHN MCLIMANS JR., STEPHEN JOHN RAUCKHORST
Lost, an empire woven out of stars
Blessing taken from her arms
Haunted shades are passing through ours
Absence within the base of our flame
Awaken between scarlet dreams
We offer with them, what once held everything
Staring blindly through the abyss
Sight inverts with each glimpse
Reality conflicts in waves of human darkness
Torn savior smothered black with flies
Worn woven virgin minds
Wretched chamber
Drained with our demise
Raise the knife of our heresies
Against the throat of infernal smoldering
Strangled bitterness
Toward the end of days
Wrenching out our final breath
See what is not to be seen
Believe what is not to be believed