death is the martyr of beauty

		drunk with the nectar of submission
		of submission
		i feel nothing more
		i feel nothing more than existence
		than existence
		a loneliness that will not come off
		in the narcissism
		of the harbour
		we are lost
		vaster than night
		my pride
		my threat
		my thrust
		this is beyond very fond
		all this is beyond
		all this is beyond
		is this the final exorcism of an obsession
		in the obsession
		swept clean of the past
		and its errors
		shall we take new roads?
		we shall take new roads
		look lost vast night
		tearing and loathing
		thrashing without you
		to the church of tomorrow
		death is the martyr of beauty
		look, here is our runic wreath
		look here!