Testo Angstridden Satyricon
The fruit of other worlds, but grown by loneliness
Concealing a black soul, and but sensing the beyond
Uniquely grown from within
Shimmered by a darker night, but left to solitude
How can one disclose a darker night,
if one but rests?
Or evidence the suffering,
by worldly gauge?
Or comprehend the long-drawn agony
When pain and evil never trod one down
Like a warring sun, from a better kingdom
Beautiful, free, of different steel!
Dearly prized, and equally broken
He should have gone free of you!
An emotional tumour, gnaws from inside
Of heartless, spineless treason
The darker night now weaves its loom
Soon to release it`s spawn
