The Burning Dawn - Enthroned

Lying wet, the object I saw

In this red morning, on a bed made of stones

Legs in the air, like a nympho slut

Burning and sweating poisons…

Open, cynic and cut

Her womb full of exhalations

The morning sun reflect

On this putrid womb

As the skies looked down the carcass

The world gave back a strange choir:

Chanting Satanas:

Crawling… in pestilence obscene

The Burning Dawn rises in my eyes

Forms were erased and nothing but a dream

A slow outline to come on the forgotten womb

Only by a sight of memory survived

Yet similar to this refuse

Crawling… in a devotion obscene

The Burning Dawn rises in my eyes

Swallowed… in misery

Cursed eternally

O horrible infection, foul of my eyes

Vermin of nature, passion angels!

Such you will be, ô worms of life

After thy last sacraments, mildewing among the bones