There Must Be Real Gods See, The

War Wreaked On You His Hideous Ravishment; We, We Alone, Nereids Inviolate, Remain To Weep, With The Sea-birds To Chant: Corinth Is Lost, Corinth Is Desolate.

The Heart The Heart The Heart How It Thrives On Hate.

Why Wait For Death To Mow? Why Wait For Death To Sow Us In The Ground?

Passionate Grave Thought, Belief Enhanced, Ritual Returned And Magic.

...if You Do Not Even Understand What Words Say, How Can You Expect To Pass Judgement On What Words Conceal?