Lyrics Harvest - Serpent Of Gnosis

Harvest

My eyes are nothing
Nothing but empty slots that fixated over the churning suspended moon
Hesitation stalls over the defaced rim of the world
A growth of slant black shadows stumbled nearer
Against this frigid landscape they dwindle and diminish
My veins buried within the neck now stand akin tightened ropes
The stenciled men smile amongst the growing filth and obscurity
As a marching malignancy, harvesting a circus of scalped impurities
Breathless vessels now hang as shrouded monuments
Breathless vessels now hang as shrouded monuments
They admire their newfound creations as they are perched frozen atop their
compliant beasts