Testo Benediction Tones

The fractured forms of men pursuing their perfection
Each one a god of sin that writes itself into creation
I weave their karmic threads, unspooling tessellations
Hands reaching out from death to strum the chords within

In cosmic space, before a crystal altar
Harmonic taste is now erased, refracting embers
Let madness take me to the end, beyond the realms of time
Enraptured by the river's edge as vision falters
Unfolding, I'm becoming a scream in the abyss
My cry, a silver serpent — auroric, dancing in the mist

This accursed specter, wreathed in graves
Drowning in the pools of night — nothing left to save

Tearing like balls of lead released from all conscription
Into the very head obsessed with its annihilation
Give me your pulpits, these empty lords in their descent
Hymns meeting tragic ends, undone by what protects

Tear freedom from your shelters
No final song exists, but there is hope In pleading for existence and breathing in
The all-consuming bliss

Let madness take me to the end, beyond the realms of time
Enraptured by the river's edge
And I, exalted
Unfolding, unbecoming
Benediction rifts
A vast and heavy silence
Auroras dancing in the mist
Dancing in the mist