Grotesque Chapter Ii

Cold the dawn made of morning dew
Relic pictures covered with dust
Black tears flow from cloned eyes
The fall of grace

Grotesque astral blood hurts my living
I need to punish my mind
My salvation

Tearstained snow embraced in summer
Cosmic utopia arrives
Perrenial odium
The blood on my hands dissolves but

Grotesque astral blood hurts my living
I need to punish my mind
My salvation

Grotesque astral blood hurts my living
I need to punish my mind
My salvation