...not necessarily the world we live in, could be a state of mind or even a relationship...      there is black silent marching in the wood   seems to be sheer minutes of destruction      why do you stand still   decay house of your father   why do raise up   led blackness to your lips      you watch a hunter gut his trophy in the wood   his hands damp of blood and sweat in the mist      you the shivering animal   you the slaughtering priest   your lids drunken with incense   see the stars saturn red      from dephts voices of the leper dwell   in blood shades of deer lament above him      pain cries from the vault   weep blossom in blood   torture kill the beast   leave shadows of grief      there?s black, silent marching in the forest   mute destruction in silent graves dwell      red, longgone evening   through a wall of stone   your laughter in the dark   see the stars saturn red