Paroxysm Projekt - Acherontia

Описание: Lyrics:

Acherontia,
Child of the nightshade bloom
Danced too close
To the corner of the room

Bearing the skull
Of the dead on your back
You drifted blindly
Into the trap of black.

​The silver lattice web,
Sticky and cold
Caught your soft wings,
So daring, devious, and bold.

You thrashed against
The geometry of dread
Waiting for the bite,
Waiting to be dead.

Then it descended,
The Weaver of the Dark
With the torso of flesh
And a chitinous mark

Eight legs of obsidian,
A face pale as bone
Claiming the shadows
As a silent throne.
​
But the venom
Did not flow tonight
The predator paused
In the pale moonlight

With fingers long,
It severed the thread
"Fly, little omen,"
The Spider said.

No feast of fluids,
No hollowed out husk
Just two lonely specters
In the infinite dusk.
​
You fell to the floor,
A heap of dust and gray
But the instinct to flee
Just... faded away

You looked at the monster,
The ruler of the snare
And found a strange
Mercy lingering there.

​Now you orbit the head
Like a moon 'round a star
The distance between you
Is neither near nor far

Weaving its tapestries,
Profound and deep
While you fan your mind
While the world is asleep.

And the venom
Does not flow tonight
The predator bows
In the pale moonlight

Bound not by hunger,
But a silence shared
The Spider and the Moth,
A union declared.

No feast of fluids,
No hollowed out husk
Just two lonely Specters
In the infinite dusk.
​
One seeks the flame,
Hurning and bright
One weaves the shadows
To blot out the light

Polarity binds
What nature would sever
The Skull and the Silk,
Entwined forever.

It is the stillness,
You take a magnificent flight
A perfect circle
In the cold, dark night.
​
The spider rests its hand
Where your wings softly beat
A truce in the cold,
An impossible heat.

Flutter on, Acherontia.
Weave on, Arachne.
The web is a home.
The web is a home.
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