Devouring The Cursed Fruits Of Tartaros

The spark of the source flees From an already empty composite So broken, so tired Well did it pay To make service for those fleeting demons Being, once be whole Purposefully stained with muddy waters So this was the price and gift Of my unconditional homage For the mask so beautiful and horrid Well did it pay To forcefully grasp all the latent powers of matter The mirror of mind once so timid and sharp Shattered to million fucking fragments So this was the secret Of my separation and fall From the ranks of men so noble and good Remains left into the shady banks of unholy death By leaving this precious body behind I become an abomination for the race To devour the cursed fruits of misguided deeds So monstrous, so shallow And in this painful, unearthly ecstasy Devour them I shall - to a final bitter piece!