Nowhere, No-One, Nothing کے بول

Luminous, tireless destruction Forming and reforming as false heavens' glow Tongues of flame drawing madness divine Within, without, above, around Ever searching spear of eyes Beneath, below, between, behind Come, Lord, spill thy wrath! Come, Lord, spill thy wrath! In me it springs again This hissing flame of old In here it weathers time This torch with which we shall light the sky In me it springs again This chaos equilibrium I drank the guilt of the ancients To become devotion To die the death of a messiah Loops and coils, spiral pulse Restively abiding its fulfillment in death Perfect circles, death-aureole Disrobe now thy sin as the hole of holes expands Underneath, beside, beyond, entwined Ever seeking maul of sight Nowhere, no one, nothing, death! Come, Lord, grant us death! Come, Lord, grant us death!