Female sabbath
PhlegethonI won't feel the era
They'll imbue my drastic
Face with a curtain
Moment of stupor
My sheen in its tendon
The dance of the dryad
I can't mar the legion
Behind the emblem
The seer in his temple
My eyes, dire crystals
Encircled by the elbow
Illusion the only
Progress in the sorrow
Nefarious tradition
The macrocosm follows
Fill the arduous mask
The noble dreams shall dry
Equipped with a fabulous heart
Is this a dome of mine
I shall now deny
My graveness so deranged
Ineffaceable is the grief
That follows my race
Dried incense
A method of entrance
Hunt for depth
Seeing halls of trance
Bring your scene
To the astral swan
With my peace
I must keep the mark
LEAD: THE ERA
Under - fertile water I hold
A figure - my subtle seat above
The ground - a transparent blue wind
The words - they segregate for him
For his face
My thought creates
A shore with wisdom
That soon will repeat
My third salute
He sees in me
For the thunder he sings
His story I believe
LEAD: OF
After the obsessing
My hyphen turned to failure
I mustn't meet a pressing
Need to gaze the rainbow
With thousands of shadows
I'll have to line his echo
Implored by the pyres
His desolation throttles
LEAD: THESIS
Until new seasons
They magnify his graph
Saying: "Two forests,
Both of them from the past."
Massive persecution
Fossils fuse by a brook
His breath and solution
They'll take his faith with no look
Now the serpent has gone
The pyramid can be seen
Clamant symbols for the one
That manifolds my heath
Natural memories
Spreading twins of the ion
Lament from my soughing knees
The only version of desire
Save my oath
They will hold my tears
His black goat
Will visualize and sear
My profile
Satan blames the sky
He will sleep
I must realize