Verse 1

In the white shroud of the north, where the ancients convene,

Three shades unclothed before a hovel obscene.

The elder one crouches, his gaze like a wound,

The youth curls inward, in silence entombed.

The wanderer stands, his back to the flame,

Naked as judgment, whispering your name.

Smoke rises infernal from the cauldron’s black maw,

Bearing the seed that the faithful ignore.

Chorus

Oh, truth, it is all that the damned require,

Bury it deep in the earth’s cold pyre.

All beauty ascends from the subterranean vein,

Yet you flee from the ghost that devours your chain.

Friday’s eve, holy specter, ascend to thy throne,

Reveal unto me the beloved unknown.

What you—what you—behold what you shun,

They hunt you through nights till the rising sun.

Verse 2

A feline seraph, ochre and vast, unfurls leathern wings,

Over turrets of fevered dream, where the blue imp clings.

Beneath sakura’s blush, a lamb of gold is raised,

By hands that tremble in the photographer’s haze.

The man in the shadows, his lens a confessor’s eye,

Captures the bloom ere the petals must die.

Atop the bald prophet, a tabby enthroned,

Ears clad in rose, secrets in stereo moaned.

Bridge

In Cyrillic confessions, where desire’s blade gleams,

Sex coils with power, and money redeems.

Physics unravels like thread from the loom,

Mathematics a lie in the mathematical tomb.

Paroles, paroles, borne on the gale’s cruel breath,

Perfume of roses, confections of death.

Tender words cloak the heart’s dark deceit,

They graze the lip’s edge, but never the beat.

Chorus (Outro, building to a thunderous hush)

Oh, truth… it is all… that the damned require…

Bury it deep… in the earth’s cold pyre…

(Repeat, voices layering like encroaching fog, dissolving into a single, echoing violin sigh.)