Chimeral Form - Gloria Morti

From an unsightly dream

To draw a circle in dissonance

I’ll burn the glass once more

And trust myself as sand

Death, fear, chaos, fire

The I will wither and die

When reaching for the blood

At last we’ll get to merge

The two worlds into one

Death, fear, chaos, fire

Death, Cleaning the blade

Fear, fueling the hate

Chaos, drawing the lines

Fire, clearing the path

And nothing will disorient the chimeral form

A serpent’s tail on a human figure

Like a dream, tongues slit

The chaos will serve as fire

Thru the ages, like a dream

The blood will serve as fire

Death, fear, chaos, fire

Perversely aroused

From separating the soul

I’ll then turn the glass once more

And trust myself as sand