Les Écorchés

Exploring my life in the maze of the exquisite and estatic cube
Choose the way of the pleasure of flesh
The cube generates endless torture

Darkness replaces all brightness
Chains through my skin again and again
Learning obedience through pain and remorse
Suppurating on steel hooks

Leviathan, serpent of chaos and the sees
Uncovers the chosen one's entrails
Teach the weak to swallow his tears
Sadism and impiety's incarnation

Obedient martyr slave to my own incessant curiosity
I find nobleness in sufferance; becoming my own corpse god

The last tear of blood has dropped
Dismal honour for the intended cenobite
Mortal life's a forgotten dream
A tasteless remembrance erased by a syblime rebirth