Cold Hate, Warm Blood Lyrics
I'm visited by a victim of hateA spectoral group, yet they're one and the sameThey would never liveNor would they have a nameA baby too young to walk or to talkRocked to sleep with a big, heavy rockBecomes a tot with a baleful glareSucked from life by a shortage of airA child beyond time without genderMetamorphing to surrenderEach shape for one older and stillNo end to how each could be killedBy chance in the polyverse i'm all of theseEach to fall prey with unnerving easeTo who knows which ambiguous marasmusIt asked at once knowingAnd unknowing the answersTo things far removed from my experienceOr need to know and thus it thanked meFor sparing it death's multiplicitous masquesAnd life's thankless laborious tasksJanuary, child born alasFebruary, still still frail as glassMarch through a formative period you mustApril child, in god, distrustsMay comes and goes and shortlived is the hopeJune is the halfway mark of your ropeJuly child fears end of timeAugust child in slow declineSeptember, sense starts to failOctober's child, the burden ailsNovember's child malingers onDecember's child is dead and gone
Cultus Sanguine Cold Hate, Warm Blood
