Polar Hiss Hysteria

At the womb of the stone torches crouch for shelter
 Shaped clouds from glimmering lands
 Have been reaching out too far
 Here ache for an intimate saviour
 Catch a carrion moon, hear a grieving sun
 And a grim warning not to leave the village
 When the polar night falls...
 Sought a golden view from the white roof of earth
 No safer triumph, no holier supper
 Clawed his soul, began to eat his frozen heart
 Perish in polar hiss hysteria!
 Red rises the haze between teeth
 It has thus been sincе ages
 Yet the chants havе lost all tragedy
 Many have come to be slain upon the alter of ice
 Many that imagined footprints of God
 While the noise may throw wires and sever heads
 These wombs had never given him birth
 To raise sword against the void that feeds
 Is a sign of a savage trance
 And a hissing trance is wherein he remains
 He who is drained of pure red
 Polar Hiss Hysteria!