Whore of Man

Mental to corporeal collapse
Will we even feel the first tremors?
Intoxicated by the stench of this corpse-whore of man

Forever cursed, defiant fools
Let the flickering sparks ignite a wildfire wrath
A beacon for the hammerhand

Crush the stylite towers
We poison the well of life
Spill the vessel of insight
Ravish the oracle of light

Dimming the star that lights my path

A new luxury to conquer and taste
A new sin to invent and impose
Rediscovering purity of form
A new art to deliver us

No self-styled soulsearch through your weak mannerisms
In this spiritual vacuum i assign myself to failure
Dimming the star that lights my path