[To kill and kill again   On the eleventh day, he reached out his hand   and made the sign of parting,   spoke the words of taking leave   and of never going back]         To breathe the air of dreams   To walk upon a path of bodies   To know what carnal means   To live the law of hate and cold flesh         Wailing for the solace in a lie   No echo here. No truth. No time         To blind the eye to see   To feed on every broken moment   To kill and kill again   To end it all while it's unfolding   To know the only way:   To love the beast and then to beg it    to die from every wound         Listen as the mourning herald sings    the dirge to which we march in time         Crawling naked 'neath the burning stars,   sleeping beauty dries         Never