L.O.R.E. - Chthonic Reverie

Sirens in distressing postures gather us under the fallen ash of the moons tears. Eat at what's left. Salvage the casket lain corpse, worship what's taken the last of its breath. Succumb to inevitable scrutinizing. Is there more meaning than what appears before me? I carried your lifeless body in my arms so delicately in a shroud adorned of rose thorns. Numb to the fact that you were gone and this corpse were mere symbolism. Torturous cliff winds lick the flesh wounds at the hems, the flowers lays bleeding broken at the stems. If you no longer exist, what purpose now? He takes you away. Beneath. Beneath. Beneath. What purpose now? Leave me here to suffer, drowning in the lake deep within the oceans trenches. A leper, shunned and cast, beneath. Beneath. Beneath. Breathing black sheets of melancholy born under Saturns influence. Standing against the impure. A silence kills the currents. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. A silence kills the currents and nothing survives. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Bathing goddess seducing my eyes. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Pleasures of disobeying cries. Hallucinating scriptures spoken in twisted lies. Lies. Lies.