Within elysian Kingdoms

I lived in Plenitude,

Holding Father's boundless Wisdom,

Basking in Mother's sweetest Love.



But just the lachrymal Gate

Led to mephitic Ground,

And only Sins could form a Key

To explore the other Side.



"Languish one Life for your impious Deeds,

In the Filth where all Cull perambulates Pain!"



Decarnalized my Soul flows through the Portal's Haze.

My Mind is erased as my inner Core devides.

The Spirit Sea to amniotic Fluid turns.

Squalling with Dread into my Prison I am born.



Below the Heavens, amidst the Whores

Weird Convicts gather to hail their newborn Son.

Where yester Sinners hybridized with Apes

Herdes were begotten to serve the Wolves.

Nordsciltim - Noble Scutcheon forged

in solemn Pride.



My Words are my Hammer, which I throw

when I bleed

On gutted Husks whose Dreams are gone.

With Meaning Substitutes they' re filled,

But my Nordsciltim won't leave for Wine and Lust.



They purloined my Youth

To smother the Fortune I' ve kept.

No Lament, just sullen Grimness

Follows this tragic Bereavement.



One Day I'll stand on the Peak

And gaze into the Emptiness,

When Adorers creep to praise

The somber Children they had battered.