Fornicating Angel Lyrics

Wound upon wound,

Tattered memoirs of withered frowns

Weaving the veil, constricting the chasm

Permeating torments drenched

In fragments of reality


A journey

A rite, a passing

To none, but Oneself

Drowned in the wholeness of His contraction

Thrusting - stabbing through


“When time’s passage withers you to nothing,

you, who will not feel another’s pain,

you’ve lost the right to call yourself human”

For the vessel has been broken

Laid waste beyond the furnace of your heart

Dissolved through the black flame

In your soulless depths


Rivers through scars, the landscape shifts

Wound upon wound upon memory

Thrusting the chasm - hammer to anvil

Condensing causality


A rite, a passing

To none, but Oneself

Threading through the garden of delights

Where flesh is stranded as ornament of doubt


Drowned in the wholeness of His contraction

Thrusting - stabbing through:

“I once had a lovely dream

In it, I saw an apple tree,

And two of the most beautiful apples hug on it:

They called to me, and I climbed up”