How hungry we've become

Like animals naked in shame

Fed with the hooves of apocalypse

That galloped down

Disordered worlds behind

From word to a word, I was led to a word

That spanned over cultures in rage

Crimson masses, steeped in decadence

Holding our tongues to the thirsty sun

So, is the future still open?

Then enter, hornet from our hive-dark hearts

To draw down the end from within

We need not the horns that emanate

From our warty, haunted bodies

Nihilist, Hedon, the priceless art of their lives

Sorrow is a wing laid atop their heads

Skin deep, we carve our immeasurable sorrow

In the fold of your shivering arms

Hedon, your children wild

And filled with death

Jupiter in our unforgiving eyes

A pandemonium of bodies and gold

Eager as a part of your face

And the sickness attached to your skin

(Stone)

As the wine-rush, charging

From androgynous wombs

To open free the lid of pain

Hedon, rinsed in post-human shadows

A monument scorned by the teeth of time

Stale faced keeper of secrets

Loaded with implosive fire

The whore that carried the apostle

To the mating point on the graves of giants

We look at you, afraid

To see what we really are