Are You Morbid? - The Crown

As cold as ice

The satanist heart

No vain strife

To reach the goal

The fullmoon shines within

The temple of the mind

As the way unfolds

By its own

…Glistening… — …Immalucate…

All that is gold does not glitter

Not all those who wander are lost

The old that is strong does not wither

Deep roots are not reached by the frost

From the ashes a flame shall be woken

From the shadows a new light shall spring

Renewed is the hope that was broken

As the crownless again shall be king

Harmony and blasphemy

As one with the light and the void

Beyond sun and stars

Luscious — Gorgeous by pound

Through honey crush produced

Flood eternity and its whispered moan

I dream a thousand diamonds

Delirous mind

Leave the symphony behind

…Stillness Summer’s sad blood

Rain put through void…

The church strikes midnight

For your rotten soul

Pay for your sins

We hit your lies

Mad as drunk forests

Scream like life under light

As your soul’s being dragged through 365 chambers of pain

…Forever!

Run with heave — Over you are

Why soar time

Delicate moments of hazy tripping

Above and about

When after swimmed away

As some melting wax

And their ugly frantic worship Is easy gone

As rust rose

Next shadow nears

Raw and repulsive

Our lives ache

As the sweet days recall

Love always drives your head

Show my one true road

When all is one — Are you morbid?

On the other side — Are you morbid?

When all is one — Are you morbid?

Are you morbid?

When all is gone…