Morbid Obumbration

Welcome inside this show of the absurd
Of grace deformed unto the grotesque
Lay and rejoice as the scent of rot
Heralds the dawning winds of unrest

Follow the song nocturne of the Strix
Through glowing trails of fluorescent eyes
And endless grins of extracted teeth
To the innard sanctum beneath, where
Gathered around an scrying well, sunken
To cavernous depths, seven spectres await
Shrouded in seven halos, in their pale hands
The entheogen key to the astral gates

Paroxysmal fits of ecstasy and nausea
Yells for succour and guidance are fruitless
A quixotic abandon and madness remain
The passage forth through umbra's harness

Your third inner arm unhidden
Through a threshold of mirages, to reach discordant crucibles
And behold as currents once hidden
Shift all six senses beyond the manifold bounds of the visible

(Lead - I: Swallowed By Cerulean Cryptal Waters)

When the hold of obscurity feels near
Sunlight will swallow all faith
And blast the fiends of infancy
Into barren planes of non-sensus fidei

(Lead - A: Violet Mist Creeps Among The Stalactites)
(Lead - I: Secret Gateway Unto A Slumbering Desert)

In the next dream, faces may rise from the fog
To the eerie sounds of beasts from beyond
The denser the smoke, the darker the skies may grow
Gasping and shivering at the foulness evoked

Come forth unto bliss