Paroles de With Hearts Toward None III

Threshold wanderers Daath dwellers Usucaptors in lands Of no hope and no grace Preachers of the fall Surveyors of the astray In darkness and in ruin, In gutters of ascension Behold the Logos begotten of death From the midst of cold ash comes the voice of the living god Further down To the roots of withered pillars Through the scorched ground And you shall know perdition And it will set you free Grey ash prayer Severed from the unconscious Perverse theodicy Atrocious immanence With hearts toward none