The Saint Mind of a Heathen Heart

At the gates of Pandemonium I gaze upon the edifice of abominable domain
Sniffing in the pungency, unsufferable stench of aeon’s anguish, exuding therein
Rewarded unto me the dreaded kingdom of listless pleasures, a fit for me, for Cain
And you, you Abel, guiding me in, since I am the reason you lay wherein
For I am the reason that we are herein

Doors of rosebay creak, moan in inexplicable agony as if thousand bones shatter
My knees tremble, my teeth clatter, alas I can’t tell of my heart what horrors it fancies
I feel your gentle hand on mine inciting me in, promising I will meet my redeemer
But you, you Abel, thinning into the Aether, why is it your presence retreats
Why is that my beloved one recedes

As the sole pass folds behind locking away bits of hope I spirited with expectance infantine
Tongues of whiffling flames slithered within, wreathing me, carving its new charred marble
In a moment of a tick presented afore my sight liquifides is my granted libertine
So you, you Abel, to an infinitude nihil ushered me, into the gaping void as I crumble
Into the withering void as I whimper

I crawl upon the cracked earth, fumbling the tracks of Chronos sinking on my knees
A miasmatic deluge hails down, mauling the erred, reduces all creepers to splinters
I drag my carcass, a crooked, distorted shape, wantonly through the abyss
For you, you Abel, shall be blessed with ease that I defiled as the sinner of sinners
That I defiled as the Judas of harbingers

Nothing lasts, all cease, fade into Ylem, that I recall from the yester times, immemorial
Nor glory of the holier heavens, nor arrogance of horrendous hells will live in my dream
I spite thee Cerberus, I spite thee for keeping my snow white lamb away, celestial
It is you, you Abel who I long to join again to rip your heart out to quench my famine
What can I do if I love so much to hear you scream