Growing inside, nourished seed by the black tide. Consuming the light from the mourning bride. Conjunction of the stars Impious, sinful birth, curse from afar What will you do when it spreads Its sinuous tentacles around your neck. There are no wings that may save you from your damnation. There is no price that you can pay to buy salvation. Breeding as rats would do, like Ink In The Water. When you feel that your spirit is gone You’ll know that your time has come. Say your prayers to your god To free forever your soul. Empty corpse, full of pestilence. What will you do when it spreads Its sinuous tentacles around your neck.