To Fathom The Bloodmist

A whisper in the trees Beneath the fields where murderous lust is growing A white thick rising carpet So inconspicuous but so inestimable rich of content A shadow between shadows Fathomed by senses that work unspoiled Prepares the harvests blood-soaked fruits A shadow between shadows Guides into the unseen Into the realm beyond the mist where no one else before has ever been A whisper soars from the trees To manifest, to create and to transform Into the voice of blood foretelling that The misty carpets mysteries will be breathed Now bring forth the energies wiser and old Bring forth the energies that cannot be controlled The first murderer reaps with scythe and with fist Jahweh removed like a sebaceous cyst Blood shall drain to set his fields in bloom Blood shall drain and cover every glume Expelled from the old lands released into bliss Never before felt freedom so strong The wild within man needs to be lived And retained like a seldom and eminent gift The first murderer reaps with scythe and with fist To let manifest those who coexist Blood shall drain to set his fields in bloom Rich be the harvest to let everyone consume A shadow between shadows A wolf among sheep As a liberated among slaves He comes to bury them deep in the mist The caintaclyst's scythe rules over the fields on which blood semen sprouts The first murderer reaps with scythe and with fist He who switched and dived through the mist Blood shall drain to set his fields in bloom Behold and beware the impulse that spreads doom