Crystalmoors by Thy Serpent Lyrics

I do profound the death
Inside which it weakens me
Not mine acting does it cause
...it is in fear
But blindness thou see in every mortal -
Dreamlike thought
Including in me

Beheaded I am
Greedly waiting besides thine grotesque being
For a saviour of this soul
Had it even ever been?

Thou all art but blind fruits
In mine created bowl ;
Only feeling my hunger to thine flesh
As stars have come old
It Is a desolate night in me again
So I was told
Carried I did the shadow alone
To these crystalmoors
With a bare arm and drop of blood
...as I do recall
My reasons for vast profoundness
Are deepen far away
By the shimmering light of the "ill-face"
I do stand pale and tall...
Wandering about in darkness questioning myself
Was there ever a day at all?