Visions of Asmodai

Not even death can save you from me Hunger, you chose the form of weakness An earthly language of lust When it comes to that your words are aimless And in your judgements I don't trust Oh, but I am thee And We are I And the oceans in you will subside This body is a home to impurities A temple for me to reside The fresh endeavours Oh the gluttony And I refuse Just refuse to let you be Talking high Embracing ME Equivalent of fusion, to be Back from yourself Lust, grotesque incarnation Of the hardest temptations of life I subdue you By my mind I won't quench And by my hands I won't die, so Where do you wander Lord of the Cinders Where do you wander Lord of the Cinders Up and down Upon thy nightly shores Senseless loathing Crying havoc All the instruments of the stride Never again this test will be of pride Never again will I leave your side