We are the illusion Syphon the night Right out of your mind Illuminated darkness Salvation tangling its way back into focus And we fight Through the night Where dreams turn on you Cursed by suicidal laughter Weaving a lace of fear Into your heart Religious silence Descending sisters Transform the unknown Shivering sacrifice Your hands brittle like the taste of swollen glass Falling through the spiraling shadows Into the glorious abyss Only in our name Shall we hold the hissing destruction
syphon, tangling, hissing, brittle, illuminated