Subterranean Masquerade

The Stillnox Oratory

I can hear them whispering
Outside the doors of crown creation
Conspiracies
CollaborationsI can hear them whispering
Outside the doors of crown creation
Conspiracies
Collaborations
To bring me back to earth
Reminisce of your injuries
Out in the dark they caused
Confusion
To separate your spleen —
Turpentine your skin
Servent save your screens
A spate of seraphim paves the way within
Your stolen hymn
The morning star and the morning after
Intoxicated saint, a poor investment
Oh
Then comes forth the evening
And with it — scents of contemplations
Of reveries, war declarations …
Even if I knew I’d never tell you where I am going to
Nevertheless I could not spin a thread long enough
Long enough to bring me back
I’m diving up the drone
Through a trumpet blown by God itself
Empyrean
Empyrean
Enoch got nothing on me!
To separate your spleen
Turpentine your skin
Servent save your screens
A spate of seraphim paves the way within
Your stolen hymn, the morning star and the morning after
Your left hand path, your right hand path it doesn’t matter
I have to get some sleep
I can hear them whispering
Outside the doors of crown creation
Conspiracies…
Collaborations…