Secrets Of The Moon - Psychoccult Hymn lyrics

He has slided a painstaking life Until he faced that d**h is about to stay In a pace unreachable for human fools In an ignorance that leads to destruction Fuddled and frightening he draws last pictures For remembrances to come and to go As he grasps for worms creeping on ashes The last supper, the last power of reasoning Disembowelment Obscene visions Streaming the mind of our central figure As sh** runs down from stillborn knees As they stone him with all their force This is a hymn for the beast That lives in the hearts of its followers Staring on seas of gore Trampling on the bodies of the beloved He is standing breathless Helpless and worthless Transcending into nothingness Swallowing by the extravagant The stiffness interrupted by some last twitches Bygone for years it seems And for one moment someone asks himself If he would stand by and watch the scenery By those to come next