Abhor - Rivers Of Incense lyrics

Along the Magic Way of the knowledge Human beings like scorch sleep Black crystals in my blood flow Lost hate through toss of belch The moon lead me where I don't see Words carry from a clipping wind The my secret is inaccessible Stone thrown in open sea The heat of the candle, red flame Icy my soul, antiseptic Sound - pain, slopping calyx Lukewarm blood, reflection and agony A big dark room inside Breathing the dust of the past Rivers of incense relaxants Atmospheric occult art Old wise man that sell lifes Young cripples that buy dignity Water bathed by rain of fire The moon could blind you Thieves of souls gallivant light Actors recite the own drama Suicidal animals for thirst of instinct Chorus of Salomonic Heresy