He Spoke Behind The Mask Of Clay

Dismembered, then reassembled
The dead’s face covered with clay
Burnt and dried beneath the pyre
The corpse exudes the essential fumes that I inhale

Meat replaced to avoid the deterioration of the corpse

A complex preservation of flesh and bone
Secret process of eternal life

From the ashes a cloud has risen
The shapes of eternal obscurity
I startle at the shapes of hallucination
And now I'm able to stare at my own death

I'm inhaling the fumes of a burning carcass
Enter the realms of eternal obscurity, forlorn