Mourning Tomorrow - Xasthur

That I would wish 我曾如此期盼 Her kiss a chrysalis 她的吻如蝶蛹一般 To break to make my fluttered heart amiss 撕裂蝶蛹 却使我心迷失方向 And in those frozen mom

We strike as wolves from the thickening fog To exalt our throne ove the stars of God Lowly holy goats bare the brunt Of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt Basti