Anathema

Anathema - Himsa

Come close to the unfamiliar warmth

Coy gesture

To paralyze

Beloved

Covetous

Stuns the brute

With uninvited praise

The troubled times times

The tear aways aways

Disconnected

But forever demanding

Cataclysm

The slate is clean

Anathema

It's rapture endearing

Ah I ordered law advance

The power is hypper

Occupied

Opposition

Modern day mayhem in it's place

Trust your fears that deception will come

In the shape

Of chivalry

Antidote

To this apathy

Initial longing like needles to nerves

Convert

Into conquered

Kiss it goodbye

The beauty's conceit

In this house

Of suffering

What's been denied

Is now desired

Bound and branded

Deprivation provokes frustration

The copy kill

Preconceived

Impelled to convert

Amends from this solitude

Recoil victims from travesty

Cataclysm

The slate is clean

Anathema

It's rapture endearing

Bound and branded

By the crestfallen mark