Of Dust and Desire (2017 Remaster)

As the winter lays dying
I whisper the words
The sand's hourglass
Will be overturned
And life as we know it will
Pass like the day and all
That was bright will
Now turn to gray

I can show you fear in
A handful of dust
The cinders of time
Stoke the fires of lust
The allure of fire
My only desire
Its glow engulfs my soul (my soul)

The ashes rich in the
Undoing of passion
Nursing the unearthly seed
The line that was sewn
Between the young and the old
Falls prey to the god that feeds

I can show you fear in
A handful of dust
The cinders of time
Stoke the fires of lust
The allure of fire
My only desire
Its glow engulfs my soul (my soul)

The ashes rich in the
Undoing of passion
Nursing the unearthly seed
The line that was sewn
Between the young and the old
Falls prey to the god that feeds

Torment suffering
A prowl in the darkest gray
Mesmerized by the vile witchcraft
Its night tricks the eye
With the illusion of day

Suppress and mourning
Beware the supple dawn
Engrossed in the rape of delight
Its the dungeon that snares
Our thought

A glimpse of Hades
Ethereal blood has dried
Avouch the meaning of pleasure
The spattered feast defied

Ponder the hell as to dream
It hangs in the balance of life
Poised to cut through ambiguity
Pull the wool over death's eyes

Fateful is the deceiving wind
A fury of dust and desire for bath
Cleanse the despair over sin
Muffle the cries and the dark howling laugh

Conjure a scent with sweet caress
Instead of a burning fear incensed
Ravenous hatred swallows surmise
Devoid of mirth-no kingdom shall rise

The water clock has
Strangled the morn
It bores from within
Its beating pulse will adorn
The love of this god
Weeps-an essence long-lived
It breeds a raging heat
Pent up in the skin

The glass orb casts
A glance upon their graves
A dire end to those
Who wish to be saved
An incubus spread
Where maidens do lie
Foul cruelty
A faint mortal cry

The depth of my sanity
Walks in step
With my evil state-
A cloaked serpent?

A need for steep primacy
Lies in the hands
Of the sun and the moon
And the earth's fatal grab

Sadistic by nature
Terror in tongue
A (rabid) display of ancient evils
Out of blue tides are wrung

Bow to the sands
The valley of life
Meter derived
From the blade of the blackest knight

Founded in conquer
Bound to the scythe
The soil's weak race
Are seated before the emerald sky

Lone Ghost pit to roam
Loosely unrefined
Apparition in fate
I behold-the hooded one in his prime