Seared Eyes by Black Curse Lyrics

Speak hoarsely invisible King
Pour molten gold down my throat
That I may speak as you
Burn me alive to make me
A torch of illumination
Upon the sterile gardens

With seared eyes, I catch vision
In the joints of branches—
Legate of false trances
With charred hands of 66 legions
I waft the guerdon of odors
That have died forever
Rejoice! There is no earthly leaven!