Mask of the Blind

Crossed circles
Upon the face
Of the shivering,
Upon the gathering cattle,
Selling man's only hand
To gather what's left of the land,
Once rising above the sun

As whoredom
Prospers in the deep dark tunnels
Buried in bodies
As slaves are silent,
Choked by the chains
That slowly grew around their necks

Two demons
Each guarding an angel's prison,
Laughing at divinity,
Once holy themselves,
Poisoned by the shadows
Defiled by the treacherous schemes

Each feather
Plucked from the sacred skin
Burns in the hand of the butcher
As a million funeral piles
Burn in the name of sin

Raised by the dead
In the cradles of ghast
Where acts of mercy
Were buried in time
The curse of doom
Shapes itself around the mask
Of the stillborn whore
As she gives birth to the blind

As said by the twisted mob, -
"O, harlot of fire,
We are one with thee
Let us entwine in an act of
Sodomy and be finally free"

The stench of ignited skin
Desecrated once holy grounds
And the blasphemous swarm danced
In a vortex of sounds

Raised by the dead
In the cradles of ghast
Where acts of mercy
Were buried in time
The curse of doom
Shapes itself around the mask
Of the stillborn whore
As she gives birth to the blind

To find the truth
One should gaze through time
And the glance, reflected by the void
Shall pierce through the mask of the blind

The glance, reflected by the void
Shall pierce through the mask of the blind

Raised by the dead
In the cradles of ghast
Where acts of mercy
Were buried in time
The curse of doom
Shapes itself around the mask
Of the stillborn whore
As she gives birth to the blind