Veins Like Burned Trees (The Awe That Walketh In Obscurity part.1) Lyrics

Even if one of my friend went down
Into the concentric and putrid caves
Parceling the circles of Hell,
And if one-another was hit by an unknown light
When he crosses the eyes of Laura
Under the soiled flags of Babylon, where slept the popes,

I don’t know if they lived the kind of horror that I’m living
when I cross a new face
Or when a shadow moves behind my still back.
I sleep under the straw, hoping to go back to the very beginning,
just before I knew to calligraphy Certaldo’s prestigious name.

In order to avoid their their hostile hands,
I hide myself under the straw to sleep
..and when I wake up, the cattle is already dead, their flesh’s blackening and all of these prayers and all of these mournings are just a prelude before their silences.

The moment where I was warm
and where her breast was so soft
Theses breasts are only artifices, hiding the black snow’s hearth.

What it flies and copulates with the High-Winds in order to go back and to decimate everyone by my sides.

In order to avoid their hostile hands,
I hide myself under the straw to sleep
..and when I wake up, the cattle is already dead.

When I was to the gates of the city,
They already were lying on the ground,
As in prayer, teeth clamped by the soil.

The motionless eyes, the blackened skin,
Buboes filled with toxic liquid
And all of these persons as forgotten in death,
These thin women who breastfeed their dead children

The Plague-Lord passed through the gates after the blackened snow, the miasma of his minions.

The Plague-Lord is hidden. When he is feared, he rapes our souls and marries our fleshes.