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The Hive




[Gelotte, Str�mblad]


April night-tyme

And we run like muscles through the stagnant nodes of man

Blood-bridges lean towards the gaping synapses

to disarms the stars within us


Hornet Hive-dark

Severed wings in vainless beating

buzz out from inferno of fangs

to disarms the stars within us


We should have been

so much more by now

Too dead inside

to even know the guilt


Waning Ring-deep

a halo of thorns

Sips now down in the sheets of sharp silver

to disarm the star within us