Heavenless Bliss - Corpus Christii

Granted excess by the 7 tongues of lust

The flag once burned standing high

Desires for casket dreams once convoked

Brilliant it’s deeds of what now shall be

Succumb for their needs

Ground o for their misdeeds

Vultures of uncontrollable gleam flourish

For He who is All stands alone

Heavenless in all that is remembered

Heavenless in all that we won’t forget

Comforting the lust of whores

Caressing Icarus wings

Individualism in forms of red thorns

Edges of sharpened steel

He is awaken

He forever shall be All

Granted excess by the 7 tongues of lust

The flag once burned standing high

No place where to stand

I do not belong here

I do not belong here