Dark Tranquility 03-Hedon Lyrics
            enter suicidal angels
            how hungry we've become
            like animals naked in shame
            fed with the tongues of
            apocalypse
            that galloped down, disordered worlds behind
        
            from word to a word i was led to a word
            that spanned over cultures in rage
            crimson masses, steeped in decadance
            holding our tongues to the thirsty sun
            so, is the future still open?
            luxury tell me, tell me
            then enter, hornet, from our hive-dark hearts
            to draw down the end from within
        
            we need not the horns
            that emanate from our dying, haunted bodies
            seven in number they are
        
            nihilist, hedon
            the priceless art of their lives
            sorrow is a wing
            laid atop their heads
            skin-deep
            we carve our immeasurable sorrow
            in the fold of your shivering arms
        
            how hungry we've become
            like animals naked in shame
            fed with the hooves of
            apocalypse
            that galloped down, disordered worlds behind
        
            hedon (hedon)
            hedon (hedon)
            your children wild
            hedon (hedon)
            hedon (hedon)
            and filled with death
        
            [jupiter in our unforgiving eyes:
            a pandemonium of bodies and gold
            eager, as a part of your face]
            and the sickness attached to your skin [(stone)]
            as the wine-rush
            charging from androgynous wombs
            to open free the lid of pain
            open free the vein
        
            ...hedon
            rinsed in post-human shadows
            a monument scorned by the teeth of time
            stale-faced keeper of secrets
            loaded with implosive fire
            the w____ that carried the apostle
            to the mating point on the graves of giants...
        
            we look at you afraid
            to see what we really are
            we look at you afraid
            to see what we really are
        
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