Transfigurations Lyrics

Behold the great illumination
An ashtray blackest of them all
The sun of tomorrow still stands to be seen
When all monuments of today stand in ruin

I will step into the monuments
Of the screaming infinity of darkness
My shrine of mad laughter
Will deform into a shapeless dream

The tombstones will embrace
Songs of the gallow birds
While we traverse the transcendent pit
Of invoked “cosmic” self-erosion

Behold the great illumination
An ashtray blackest of them all
Harvest remnants of our nests
Be fed to the carrion worms

Down the primordial
Down the Id
Down the nest
Down the Id