Paroles de Nepenthe

drink the milk of ceres dread elixir crude nauseous willful poison healing wounds unhealed purge vomit convulse collapse i gain the knowledge separate mind from body i break open the skull Papaver somniferum amrosia of the ancients morpheus god of dreams grants me entrance to the den of the wicked anarchy of dreaming sleep summons long dead harlots i kiss the queen of hell cleansed from the dishonours of the grave Potent destroyer of grief abyss of divine enslavement thou hast the key to paradise nepenthe Every night i descend into chasms and sunless abysses, depths below depths from which i am hopeless to reascend