Thy Moira

Thy Moira awaits you.

In the sea of darkness

In the shallowness of thoughts

In the heights of hell

In the drunkenness of reality.

Thy Moira awaits you.

To bury you in thy promises

To imprison thy emotions

To shape you into a living corpse

To meet the inferno of thy dreams to their end.

Thy Moira awaits you.

When the blue of the sky engulfs the red of the sun

When withered leaves fumble the name of god after stormy nights

When deception is thy faith

When fear is thy understanding.

Thy Moira awaits you.

With beckoning hands and caressing eyes

With fierce sins and enchanted look

With petrifying blood stains

With giggling sobs.

Thy Moira shall await for thou.