Torn from the pearly abyss

Naught

Claim the child who faints with a kiss

Braincells producing a crystallized hiss

Statues are lashed

Marble turns to ash

Claim the child who faints with a kiss

Bowed at the bottom of the pearly abyss

Aulos heard in a silk mist

Marsyas, satyr, flayed alive

The child arrives with a cloudless smile

The child arrives with a cloudless smile

To play the gears of light

And watch my wondering shell

Become a Triptych

Triptych

Triptych

Like a Lightning that shreds a glacier

He'll return to invert the lunar years

Intoxicated god of paleness

Dancing around orchards possеssed

He'll dig a number with his feet

And blast through darknеss so deep

The number be three

Triptych

Triptych

The number be - become the

Triptych

The night arrived carrying horrendous mutations

And the secret taste of dissolution

Three by three the howling sons arise

Summoned by the cloudless child

The sickle falls on the headless trees

As the crawling crowd recites

The number three

The number three

The number three

Parallel moons in the hour of gloom

Asteroids in their devotional womb

Counting the creatures that leave their lair

Mourning the serenade in my stare

Like vessels sailing into cosmic mouths

We're swallowed together

Free-falling to the south