Testo Stone-Blind - Absenth

Stone-Blind

Faceless demons torment my soul.
Bitter honey and tears in my bowl.
Monsters and nightmares around me.
Horology is anodyne for me.
Cold feelers of the night
Is stealing my mind.
Poor jester for mankind
I quite alone and stone — blind.
Monstrous face of the blindness
Look at me from the darkness.
Seven black wells, seven eyes of hopeless.
Tear my eyes!
What for they in the darkness?!
Tear my eyes
In the darkness of blindness!
Give me your hand,
Feel my awful brand.
God forgot his fold.
I’m terrified and cold.
Setting without the stone
On finger of the crone.
I’m jester for mankind.
Tear my eyes be so kind!