It Was The Voice Of

To Whom Shall I Hire Myself Out? What Beast Should I Adore? What Holy Image Is Attacked? What Hearts Shall I Break? What Lies Shall I Uphold? In What Blood Tread?

I Understand, And Not Knowing How To Express Myself Without Pagan Words, I’d Rather Remain Silent

And From Then On, I Bathed In The Poem Of The Sea, Star-infused, And Opalescent, Devouring Green Azures

The Northern Lights Rise Like A Kiss To The Sea

. . . Be Absolute Moderne.