Lyrics Illusions - Dødsengel

Illusions

Lightless womb, eternal vibration
Meaningless illusions, the self forsaken
Don’t resist the darkness, for there is beauty at its core
Burn in thy own flame, and become the ash that births!
Comforting chains, terrifying freedom
The fountain deep, in this heart of passion
Lie once, and I will question everything
In the space between thoughts,, my angel burns
Like a scarab on its back I outlived you
The blood moon no longer bleeds
But the scarlet rose still sings
Horror and ecstacy peel the layers
I weep and I wail
A lament became a dirge
In fiery bliss
The ash that births!
In your deepest philosophy dreamt
I fear only myself