Dark Millennium Inside The Sunburnt Thought Of Frost Lyrics

Inside The Sunburnt Thought Of Frost Lyrics

The deed is not the sin but the thought.



Slide in the aesthetics of
the tempting white

Trapped beneath the laughter, insanity in disguise.

Eyes controlling hands craving life - Reality.

Infection injects
injunction in the brains orientation...



Herdsman, hear the call of
the wolves

Desultory smile of a blood-spitting mouth

Heterodoxy of a
wizard's creation pray to the sands.



Have we fructified the frost
with the pride?

We have failed.

We have played with the totem of
gods.

Have we scented?



I wonder why I

Wonder

Still my "guilty"

Lets me know

I am left.



Left to
leave.



Give me disease; paranoia lives within my soul.

Grotesque gentility; from the depths of isolation...

...Comes the
speech of the tunnel's exit - Devilish.

Honesty; my only wish.



Masses of pus overcome my mind and... grin.

They grin.

Discerning the fascination of a wound.

They grin.

Formed from
the mornings and the sin.

Hiding in the shadows of the sun.

...And
grin.



Sheets of ice cover the nature

And the fires freeze to
dust.

Antarctic dreams, hieroglyphics

Scrawled into the sky. No
wrath

Within my heart I know my fault

I won't survive the loss

And the paroxysm leads me into

The

Sunburnt thoughts of frost...