Of Devlish Tongues Lyrics
Silent throat of unholy timesThe withering wind deep down hereFlesh of the gods bleeding as lightHere in the environs of heavenThe am sun am outshined oneThe idea of beauty is ebonyThe last am on my balconyForever people suffer in silenceAlways and forever drifting to dark watersThe sand of time, still ominousAs scultured cherubs of the etherThe idea of beauty is ebonyThe last am on my balcony"The am sun, my ebony sun"Erratic firmament and the perishing cloudsDescending angels, formless divineTo inherit light and silence, so profoundThe devlish eyes of the reptileHere in the environs of heavenThe am sun am outshined oneThe idea of beauty is ebonyThe last am on my balcony
And Oceans Of Devlish Tongues
