Thirdmoon - Velvet Thorns lyrics

The eerie God

Fulgent dust the prelude of the drowning sun

Bloodstained sculptures across amorphous reliefs

The angelic blaze; ancient their silent choirs

Torn apart the pure aorta of apathy

Dissolution of gentle seas, the lost brilliance

Hateshaped the billow of thorns

How should I enthrone my pain

I have no more tears that

embrace my pure parfum

seduced my by mournful gale

the blood will never return

I have no more weeps that

caress the stoned heart

at one with a mournful tear

Artesian well the aphorism in it is deep

Aura of aghast bane the disburden of azure

Diurnal sleep the eerie bloodstained God