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Avant-garde

Avant-garde

(Lyrics: Reiner in May 2005)

Sophisticated enchantments

Of impressive abhorrence

Created not for human ears

Joyful eulogize annihilation

And continuous ordeal

Verbalized in deepest odium

By a psyche beyond any idol

From the end of the vortex

A place devoid of concern

The absurdist's elation

Creeping keen on your deliberation

Skulking in circles for the impiousness

Assassinating all divine virtues

With alluring somber momentum

To relieve its voracious hunger for sin

But though it feeds on beautiful souls

The fatalities become enriched

By sipping the potion of clarity

From the unambiguous chalice of scorn

Whenever their spirits get spoiled

And as now the grave canopy unfolds

Over your mental magnificence

Imbibe the fiery draft from this goblet

To amalgamate with the avant-garde

The perverted cult of transgression