Cold the dawn made of morning dew 
Relic pictures covered with dust 
Black tears flow from cloned eyes 
The fall of grace 
GROTESQUE 
ASTRAL BLO
OD HURTS M
Y LIVING I 
NEED TO PU
NISH MY MI
ND MY SALV
ATION Tearstained snow embraced in summer 
Cosmic utopia arrives 
Perrenial odium 
The blood on my hands dissolves but 
GROTESQUE 
ASTRAL BLO
OD HURTS M
Y LIVING I 
NEED TO PU
NISH MY MI
ND MY SALV
ATION GROT
ESQUE ASTR
AL BLOOD H
URTS MY LI
VING I NEE
D TO PUNIS
H MY MIND 
MY SALVATI
ON