Hedon – Dark Tranquillity

How hungry have we become;
Like animals naked in shame
Fed with the hooves of apocalypse
that galloped down, disordered worlds behind

>From word to a word I was led to a word
that spanned over cultures in rage

Crimson masses, steeped in decadence
holding our tongues to the thirsty sun
So, is the future still open?
Then enter, hornet, from our hive-dark hearts
to draw down the end from within

We need not the horns
that emanate from our warty, haunted bodies

Nihilist, Hedon
the priceless art of their lives
Sorrow is a wing laid atop their heads.
Skin deep, we carve our immeasurable sorrow
in the fold of your shivering arms

Your children wild
and filled with death

Jupiter in our unforgiving eyes;
a pandemonium of bodies and gold
Eager, as a part of your face
and the sickness attached to your skin (stone)
as the wine-rush,
chargin from androgynous wombs
to open free the lid of pain

rinsed in post-human shadows

Lyric Hedon – Dark Tranquillity