Within elysian kingdoms
I lived in plenitude,
Holding father's boundless wisdom,
Basking in mother's sweetest love
But just the lachrymal gate
Led to mephitic ground,
And only sins could form a key
To explore the other side
"Languish one life for your impious deeds,
In the filth where all cull perambulates pain!"
Decarnalized my soul flows through the portal's haze
My mind is erased as my inner core devides
The spirit sea to amniotic fluid turns
Squalling with dread into my prison I am born
Below the heavens, amidst the whores
Weird convicts gather to hail their newborn son
Where yester sinners hybridized with apes
Herdes were begotten to serve the wolves
Nordsciltim - Noble scutcheon forged in solemn pride
My words are my hammer, which I throw when I bleed
On gutted husks whose dreams are gone
With meaning substitutes they're filled,
But my Nordsciltim won't leave for wine and lust
They purloined my youth
To smother the fortune I've kept
No lament, just sullen grimness
Follows this tragic bereavement
One day I'll stand on the peak
And gaze into the emptiness,
When adorers creep to praise
The somber children they had battered
(Lyrics & Music written in November 1993)