Death Is The Martyr Of Beauty Lyrics

Drunk with the nectar
of submission
of submission
I feel nothing more
I feel nothing more
Than existence, than existence
A loneliness
That will not
Come off
In the Narcissism
Of the harbour
We are lost
Vaster than night
My Pride
My Threats
My Thrust
This is beyond very fond
All this is beyond
All this is beyond
Is this the final exorcism?
Of an Obsession
In the Obsession?
Swept clean of the past
And its errors
Shall we take new roads?
We shall take new roads
Look, Lost
Vast Night
Tearing and Loathing
Thrashing without you
To the Church of Tomorrow
Death is the Martyr of Beauty
Look, Here is our Runic Wreath
Look Here!