Woven Woods from Jettatura by VƆID

Mother
I'm lost in these woods
Father
I can't even find the bright star
Omen, Coven,
I'm starving in these woods
Woven
Now, I can hear the Hail

Lurkers enter the woods,
Imbued by red
They crawl, those woven roots,
Like soaked hair
Let's hunt the faith seeker
Prowl under the moss
Devours the fawn
Above their heads, a crown of coal
Woven bones and petals
In the woods, twin Worms beat both the Lamb and Satan...

Oh...Woven woods
Their eyes are sewn
Hail hyenas, Hail scavangers
They swallowed the moon
The pale, the dark, woven worms
Gnawed the night, gnawed the dawn
Woven corpses, Fallen heroes,
Pierced plexus,
Bliss, Salvation

The white worm vomited blood, the black one shines like fire,
They roams in the woven wood, wrapped in the darkness
Where even the flowers don't bloom

And they shine in the grand clearing,
And I bleed, a first and last flowering
I am reduced to dust

• France