The Artifex के बोल

Reclined in swathe of bedlam's grimoires Sheathes of ancient vellum cradle skull Sigils scour sallow skin, copper veins Drip gnosis, draw mind from mortal lull I pluck the stitches, stun the senses Milk the pain I graze I storm the portals of dead immortals Trapped in yesterdaze I dive to new depths, plunder sunk wrecks In culp of fetid drain I seek the artifex, disenchant hex To lift this curse of cain! Artifex absorb a corpus Alchemy in limbic vortex Archetype bequeath a gene To murder eden, dismember dream Beyond arc of reaper's lethal grace The shade of cain shrives guilt in mud And golems raised all display his slain Brother's bludgeoned face