Reborn to meet your maker For I am the equinox The solstice of suffering and on top of the silent towers I reside Memories from a vicious past Reflected in the eyes of the blind Behind a veil of suffering lies your corporeal salvation Wounds, bleeding black A malignant truth to be embodied And forever inscribed on the vile fabric of life Surrounded and transformed We embrace this final moment Whose horrors make us weak and makes us tremble in adoration Through forgotten aeons The vultures are swarming Their beaks burrowing deep within the flesh of a man Behold my carnal prison From which you all shall break free Behold the void AND RECEIVE THE ANOINTMENT Grant us pa**age Grant us illumination Grant us everlasting life Grant us DEATH What now remains is but a bleak resemblance A residual of existence Drained to the very core Engulfed "Oh lord, I beseech thee please judge me benevolently" Hear these words of mine I despise your CROWN of THORNS