Illusions - Dødsengel

Lightless womb, eternal vibration

Meaningless illusions, the self forsaken

Don’t resist the darkness, for there is beauty at its core

Burn in thy own flame, and become the ash that births!

Comforting chains, terrifying freedom

The fountain deep, in this heart of passion

Lie once, and I will question everything

In the space between thoughts,, my angel burns

Like a scarab on its back I outlived you

The blood moon no longer bleeds

But the scarlet rose still sings

Horror and ecstacy peel the layers

I weep and I wail

A lament became a dirge

In fiery bliss

The ash that births!

In your deepest philosophy dreamt

I fear only myself