Carving the Axis Mundi Lyrics

Though light seem'd so the flower, it measureless to man remained.
An enormity both atramentous, and yet too with aurora emblazoned.
Contain'd within it's triplicity, the paradigm whole, and verily contain'd within the paradigm whole, the greatest betrayal.

This births so time, and reprisal verily; the deed must mirror weaponry immemorial.
Demarcate the beleaguered e'er by hands with waxy blood.
Thy Dead First ambulate the clearing's circumference.

And through all this, I noticed not, the hag waiting in the Jatropha bush,
screaming,
unblinking.

So chaste, yet bot restraint.
Full with wicked laughter, and still nolde speak, but to the(e,) deceased.
Striating the sensation of cessation the way that Yamhamelah cuts clay. Preserve'd in thine dying within thine salt's sagacity.

One giving no passage, nor amnesty, to the edict or issue of Yishai.
Put sand in the mouths of the ailing.

And you dig them a grave, and draw your vevé on the basin of Ganvie.
You kiss their brow, with lips like a trestle-board from broad thistles, thick with sigil'd missives.

Preside now where the waking await, and the weight of azoth clouds the graves like yeast.
Wed they with the sabbath within them; thou art all at once lord and lore.

I speak, and you appear.
You speak, and the coffins levitate.
The coffins speak, and howling laughter resounds through the tombs.