Death Is the Martyr of Beauty

Drunk with the nectar of submission, of submission
I feel nothing more, I feel nothing more
Than existence, than existence
A loneliness that will not come off
In the narcissism of the harbor

We are lost
Vaster than night
My pride
My threat
My thrust

This is beyond, very far
This is beyond, oh, this is beyond
This is beyond, very far
This is beyond, this is beyond

Is this the final exorcism of an obsession?
In the obsession?
Swept clean of the past and its errors
Shall we take new roads
We shall take new roads

Look, lost vast night
Tearing and loathing
Thrashing without you
To the church of tomorrow
Death Is the Martyr of Beauty

Look, here is our runic wreath
Look here