Cast in Oil The Dressed Wrought

"The shape tapered as it pillared the skies lanterns hung from the shine seduce at the center of a fire. Devoid. In the cold frost bearer's they promise. Transcend. Fixation. Devour-descend. Provoke the daggers to pen the name in vain, ride invisible chariot to the buried bell. Toll of the coming, celestial advance. wealth litter feet and burn the thief. Toll of the coming, celestial advance. wealth litter feet and burn the thief. Sleep in coin under pledging gaze. Take comfort in shame... wander in the lead for the chance to feel. It's time we lay weave the tale of knights voyeur delight. Vicarious we fill. ...and I cannot see in shades cast in oil the dressed wrought. Feed upon the lungs drowned despair. Feed for the glass replenished is just. Sewn seeds. through solace, through seed. Forcing craft from white decor, like ink soak the canvas foul. The choir sever the limbs, mock the sun. Scratching intent upon the dancing prophet. Spy from afar await unveil. Just lips praise the crown in lust domain. Sewn seeds. through solace, through seed. Forcing craft from white decor, like ink soak the canvas foul."