Cross to Bear

Transfixion, a sickle to the neck

Disfigured by the malady of man:

Time, prevailing

A cross to bear; our end

Finite, our fascination

With death, to behold

Our lives in consecration

We dwell... in halls of the night

Transcending the path

With our crosses to bear

Transcending the path

Finite, our fascination

With death, to behold

Our lives in consecration

We dwell... in halls of the night

Opened wide unto the core of our being

Poisoned minds, in the gyre turning

Unlatched inside, the gate is swinging

The pain subsides but the fire's still burning

A cross to bear

Perpetual

This sallow affair

Interminable

Intertwined and locked in despair

Obsessed with death, the affliction we share

Gashing out the jaws, the visceral sound

The heed the call

The call from the underground

Consciousness

Suspended in stone

The blackness

Calling us home

We are but sirens with our crosses to bear

And stones to cast out into the air

A faction bound by possession

A faction bound by aggression

Our cross to bear

Our cross to bear

Weight, the burden

A cross to bear