P Oca - Quirinus lyrics

[By Paul Oca] I walked across the moonlit faces, All tattered, with salvaged remains of dried beauties. As the winds muttered gelid grievances, Rebu*tals to a pa**ed sun's duties. The ground cracked severely, a constant Reminder or requiem as such – That no lake could suffice to absolve, The timeless mistakes of a world before. The sands flew and kissed the creva**es afar, Severe in structure, with aged cheeks and stern grins. Til' unfortunate eye caught the leer of a bearded elder, Whose frostbitten lips mouthed civil sins. “Look not on what is not yours, But kneel and marvel in awe and lust. For you stand on the heart of holy debauchery, The stoned plains of mighty Quirinus!” I stepped towards the old bones, The man of sordid words and feeble hand, When by order of an unnatural demand, The master's life sobered on the harsher stone. Lay the corpse that the profiteer would not pick, No thriving green surrounding in the land of echoed curses. No oasis to suppress these godless features, With bald horizons and barren failures. Awake the dormant powers of this cruel domain, As the memory of this architect remains.