Lyrics: Novena Without Faith

On this ... hydatyd ...
Your blood lips
Surround me
In this lullaby
Carrion lust in all this tumult
Tied to the pathos a revolt
A fire a slur
She's a slur
And all the space between illusions
Is the cause of rips
Cracks at your face
Wrinkle into rotting
Floorboards at passing headlights
Thy fate will reveal
Itself to me
As a thief in the night
Or dies...hydatyd...