Avant-garde 歌词

Sophisticated enchantments Of impressive abhorrence Created not for human ears Joyful eulogize annihilation And continuous ordeal Verbalized in deepest odium By a psyche beyond any idol From the end of the vortex A place devoid of concern The absurdist's elation Creeping keen on your deliberation Skulking in circles for the impiousness Assassinating all divine virtues With alluring somber momentum To relieve its voracious hunger for sin But though it feeds on beautiful souls The fatalities become enriched By sipping the potion of clarity From the unambiguous chalice of scorn Whenever their spirits get spoiled And as now the grave canopy unfolds Over your mental magnificence Imbibe the fiery draft from this goblet To amalgamate with the avant-garde The perverted cult of transgression