Die Dunkelheit darbt
Bethlehem
The Darkness Languishes
Scarred the soul of the division
Lost the hatred to premature sight
Mixed the omen with rancid sorrow
threw off my delusion
into the tear of light
Suppressed the ashes in toxic chimes
Buried the answer deep in your lap
Scorned the night, the fire, the power
let go of my desire,
did not pass go
Devoured the whore in a damp trough
Corroded the loyalty with wrinkled courage
Shattered the blade still rustily conceived
renounced my power
of the still white ember
Scarred the soul of the division
Promised the tale of cold light
Forgot the chain, slightly disturbed
gave birth to the insect
for only a short view
