The Unflesh — Dark Fortress

Simian moths in searcg of Metanoia and illuminance Exuberant dismay will reap

Condemnation decomposes sanity Through inhumanity and putrification A plunge towards hopless dismal death

Another pawn has taken the fall A mind unsound and rotted Put him up against the wall Along with the tortured, the raped And the gutted

The unflesh is burning

And whenn the shell of Mortal breath has ruptured When existence has been wiped Off the portal of perception When, freed of shape pr heart, Anon succumbs to life-defying rapture At last, the truth be shown

And the depravation has just begun Unseen chasms of perdition await The very fabric of the soul comes undone Never to abate, the gulf digest them one by one

The unflesh is burning

And whenn the shell of Mortal breath has ruptured When existence has been wiped Off the portal of perception When, freed of shape pr heart, Anon succumbs to life-defying rapture At last, the truth be shown.