Worship (The War Against) Yourself - Xasthur

A tragic yet magickal fall from grace Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste Those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints Free shining souls torn

Once dancing in a spotlit waltz Through shadowed dimension Given to the rivers that bedizened Her eyes The world drifted by in lost momentum With no divine inte

Neath whose rays we lay together And those bright nights on glassy waves When we would glide lightly away From the grain For wicked flights of pleasure Those vi

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