Ljuska - Thanatos Beacon

There is this hunger, this famine For you flesh and your blood For the world torn asunder And the utter deconstruction Into the pieces and fragments Of its living and pulsating core So it may rust in your sight Drag them all into thy light And scatter the fragments Upon the ruins and corpses There is this need, this craving To follow the spiral That dark and silent noise Of the perpetual driller That dips itself into the mud Of this structure of fear Digging and diving Making straight the paths of the Lord

To fall beneath the known To hear the soundless voice That beckons far beyond The reasons of the world In the desert of silence and cold Of the absence of motion and will Stands a tower, a beacon To light the path of solitude

This hunger, this holy strife For your bread and your wine For a blessing that shatters Leaving the world in utter silence And in graves and tombs Of this wet and cold earth So it may decay in your embrace Cutting all before it sprouts

Tongues of fire Erode the slumber

To walk under the light That shines from the source unknown On this road sown with thorns Following the nameless call

From the shreds and ruins Of the world set ablaze The Silence beckons demanding: (make) straight the paths of the Lord