The Leer

Stream of time has been broken

Blessed is the infernal soul

Dark desire has awoken

And I see the angels fall

In the moments of silence

As the wind has abated

The clouds of black come in sight

Down pour the tears of god

Sailing down on the tears of god

On the way to oblivion

And we sleep without dreaming

In the eternal wake of the leer

From beyond the end is creeping

Fleeing bliss redressed by agony

From above the eye is leering

For what has been and what will ever be