in hiding on this the foul year of our lord 2004

[Shucklak]

looking through the curled smoke of a cigarette
i see the moon reflected in a pane of glass
and looking into its distorted face i see my mind
and feel the vibrations of my soul
in the gentle paleness of its rays

and i move amongst shadows
looking for the path
beneath the starry blanket of the cosmos

hiding

from a deathly film of existence

 

[Shucklak]

on the other side of the mirror

dark clouds
roll
over the horizon

a thousand men swing a thousand swords
and a thousand horse shatter the earth
with a thousand hoofbeats
murdering the silence
bringing pain and pestilence
courting death

draw blood
straight from my heart
but
keep it pumping straight to my brain

remove the skin from my body and bake it in the hot sun
brown it like leather and write incantations on its surface
and use it to decorate my grave

open my chest and see my heart
pull it forth and keep it locked in a box
where the sunbeams do not shine
and the lord and his cherebums cannot ever see

tear my flesh and cook it over open flames
have a lavish dinner party and serve me with tea
to all the noble ladies and gentlemen of consequence

pound nails into my spine and drive it into the earth
hang my sins from these nails and let them rustle in the wind like delicate paper

take my blood and boil it in a black kettle
let satan take this blood and drink it from his steaming cup

take my bones and grind them to a powder
put this powder in a pipe and burn it
inhale deeply of my death
then take my ashes and spread them over the graves of the most depraved of sinners.

draw my soul into a needle
and inject it into a stone
take this stone and paint it black
and cast this stone into the deepest pit
in the seventh layer of hell

obliterate me

I wont scream
or beg for mercy

Ill thank you

Thank you

Thank you