The Ruins of Beverast
God’s Ensanguined Bestiaries
Immemorial parchment skin, what horror fills your scrolls!
All exegeses of the foulest words failed to proclaim what your lines unfold
In darkest chambers of celestial dust
All despondency found a written word
Out of silent elysian libraries
Emerged god's ensanguined bestiaries

Pictured occidental beasts, aeons of filthiest glory, liquefied in sacred ink
Those impure fables seem to ruefully conceal a primordial holy instinct
Ancestors ruined descendants
In amok against all wisdom and salvation
Eschatological testimonies
Composed god's ensanguined bestiaries

Furthermore is there a beast named man
Thereof tells god
Whose peculiarities are threefold
Covering the tracks of his atrocities
Storming onwards with his eyes closed
Raised and extinguished
As the fifth shame
It was not spoken well of man

Soiled, unregarded tapestries
Faded, salvational calligraphies
Out of elysian libraries
God's ensanguined bestiaries