Songtexte:
Ana Kefr The Burial Tree Volume Ii

Bathos and its dilettantes, bow down to the Iconoclast for it?s all been done before and I yearn to break the symmetry of you all. ?We but yen to suffocate

onset of atrophy, reach out and touch the earth with all five fingers. Leaves, bones. Pitiful when the host opens wide to infection. Trees, petals. Weakness

?There can be no true repose in a lie,? so wept the serpent, ?for there are parasites in the tree of life. Yet I will never be pacified without knowing

Bent beneath the weight of this pain, in my dying thirst you offered me poison. Your words are but nails to my feet. Now I comprehend the curse of those

death glorified, praising the hands that fasten tight upon your throats - and you choke.? In this, our hour of judgment, humanity is violently redeemed. Thena' Shaitan! Ana