The World The Flesh The Devil (In Solitude)

The yonder hungers The storms are alive and waiting To burst and break through! All thrones are empty And cups are filled with fire Nothing is true! And the snake tangle wild In the spine of our mother To drag her down! Into the vast seas unnamed Without bottom or origin Unfurl and unwind! There it forms in the sky Born long after it dies A veil of night for the world The flesh and the devil Illusions like insects That die to its might A storm now awakes in the heart of the night And none shall defy None shall deny As the serpents rise In the night! In veins and light years In roots and bones and embers A war has begun! Horizons burning With endless adoration There it forms in the sky Born long after it dies A veil of night for the world The flesh and the devil