[Music & Lyrics by Suidakra]
That is not dead
which can eternal lie
yet with strage aeons
even death may lie
H.P. Lovecraft
I bewail my destiny
a foible of mine
but her voice tortures my mind
I yearn for her bosom
I fear her sway
my eternal blemish
is her embrace
She whispers : chose a realm —
these two are the preferred ones:
Hell — where your soul reduces to ashes
Heaven — where you?ll be drowned