Letra da Música Wroth Volcanic Vent de Pavor

A venerated vaulting of veracious vitality
Vainly vying with volcanic virtuosity...

A full-fledged rift, inwrought with feel
That will portentously conceal
Its fervid pith, bodes megrims glum.
The rubicund residuum
Of vacuous venereal brume
And pristine, procreant perfume
Secludes the gleams of subdued scourge:
Death.

Conflagration foils eftsoon
The candent ferine swoon
Of laving in the grume of a liquid heaven
When mettled lava omens hell for a mistimed futurity
That will discerpt the purity of this fumarole
From which funest vapor histrionically rises

Meretricious gilder of a thousandfold nullity
Working in due course
To exude the onerous fidget,
The gaunt fount of flustering fusion
An ineluctable wound has been imposed

In my emaciated days of tortuous irretention
A hesitative fascinator quelled a taintless ambition

Impassibleness impossible
Like a granitic hoar rock impassable
Is the impassionment, the impediment
Of impenetrable realms imperiling me
With fissures that flout and filch...
Foul larcenies aimed to make me quail

Tangible trickles have spendthriftly bedewed
The soil with flagrant fluid...
And though I know grum furor
My fastidious ground is vaguely relumed

Meretricious gilder of a thousandfold nullity
Working in due course
To exude the onerous fidget,
The gaunt fount of flustering fusion
An ineluctable wound has been imposed

While oftentimes a grudger's loss
Of nature's auburn glabrous foss
Caused vertiginous wistfulness
And sudorific, forced ingress
To looming meres of nascent tears
So tacitly in olden spheres,
Now like a newborn wildly wauls:
Death!