Frames Of Reference

Devoid of life
The derivation
Of modern humans
A milignant cancer
I am the lord of silence
My body shrouds the night blue sky
Who makes the gods and death
I adore thee
I am the ending of the words
Tremble before me
Death is the seed from which I grow
Remove my flesh
I adore thee
Reveal my soul
I adore thee
Darkness inside death
Never to be heard
Arms and legs frozen
Safe in heaven dead
Death is the seed from which I grow
Who makes the gods and death
I adore thee
I am the ending of the words
Tremble before me
Safe in heaven dead