Farsot Fail Lure 1. Vitriolic coarse proposals on immoral paths let covet your shape through the art of allure surrender yourself to temptation to quench your desires, yearning for carnal intoxication come, spiteful supremacy with a gloating grin lick the scars of the past everything submits to you to a great concrescence of flesh so, mingle thy venomous wines with spates of obscenity you, dismal empress of indecency come, spiteful supremacy with a gloating grin lick the scars of the past everything submits to you captured in enchanted spirits under the spell of divinity – in promises entwined your grace is illusive wrapped in self-centered deceit crowned with artificial delight poisoning the sweetest honey like when the serpents of the mortal gorgon turn the heart into stone 2. Circular Stains the descendant of demise collecting the ephemeral an ode to evanescence emulating false ideals from the cradle to the end he ignites the greatest fireworks in deference of resurrection to honor the lifeless beholden to worship death longing for eternal wisdom restless reckoning the lost needle in the hay circular stains in crimson red well-versed in the ways of lust well-versed in the ways of death white light blinds the innocence when a lost childhood ends the bright eyes of nostalgia skipping in the afterglow dressed in perfect symmetry surrounded by the scent of solitude sophisticated moving shades like moths in the spotlight repeatedly chanting a ritual an invocation of the stars 3. With Obsidian Hands silence lies down on the charcoal fields and reveals a million stars to count enigmatic presence of the night's expanse and utter darkness the obsidian hands hold the firing spikes when unlight comes on harridan wings unburden the strife of guilt and remorse somewhere inbetween the truth and the lie silence lies down on the charcoal fields and reveals a million stars to count enigmatic presence of the night's expanse and utter darkness 4. Undercurrents a sinful mind - a naked frame a callous soul, an abhorrent shell add one to complete the trinity witless diving in self-confidence an ill-fated allegiance circulating in the wake of atonement within the torrents of indifference flowing downstream towards the void aspire to tranquillity a grand purification when slow rivers dripping down the ravines of inertia drifting through the emptiness when all the empathy dies the waning glory disappears too uncaring to perceive the turn(ing) of the tides what arises out of the sea pushed down once again drowning in the undercurrents the return to provenance aspire to tranquillity a grand purification when slow rivers dripping down the ravines of inertia 5. The Antagonist 6. A Hundred to Nothing