Night swells to distant spheres Silent throat of unholy times The withering wind deep down here Flesh of the gods bleeding as light
Here in the environs of heaven The am sun am outshined one The idea of beauty is ebony The last am on my balcony
Forever people suffer in silence Always and forever drifting to dark waters The sand of time, still ominous As scultured cherubs of the ether The idea of beauty is ebony The last am on my balcony
The am sun, my ebony sun
Erratic firmament and the perishing clouds Descending angels, formless divine To inherit light and silence, so profound The devlish eyes of the reptile
Here in the environs of heaven The am sun am outshined one The idea of beauty is ebony The last am on my balcony
