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Paroxysm Projekt - Acherontia

Lyrics: Acherontia, Child of the nightshade bloom Danced too close To the corner of the room Bearing the skull Of the dead on your back You drifted blindly Into the trap of black. ​The silver lattice web, Sticky and cold Caught your soft wings, So daring, devious, and bold. You thrashed against The geometry of dread Waiting for the bite, Waiting to be dead. Then it descended, The Weaver of the Dark With the torso of flesh And a chitinous mark Eight legs of obsidian, A face pale as bone Claiming the shadows As a silent throne. ​ But the venom Did not flow tonight The predator paused In the pale moonlight With fingers long, It severed the thread "Fly, little omen," The Spider said. No feast of fluids, No hollowed out husk Just two lonely specters In the infinite dusk. ​ You fell to the floor, A heap of dust and gray But the instinct to flee Just... faded away You looked at the monster, The ruler of the snare And found a strange Mercy lingering there. ​Now you orbit the head Like a moon 'round a star The distance between you Is neither near nor far Weaving its tapestries, Profound and deep While you fan your mind While the world is asleep. And the venom Does not flow tonight The predator bows In the pale moonlight Bound not by hunger, But a silence shared The Spider and the Moth, A union declared. No feast of fluids, No hollowed out husk Just two lonely Specters In the infinite dusk. ​ One seeks the flame, Hurning and bright One weaves the shadows To blot out the light Polarity binds What nature would sever The Skull and the Silk, Entwined forever. It is the stillness, You take a magnificent flight A perfect circle In the cold, dark night. ​ The spider rests its hand Where your wings softly beat A truce in the cold, An impossible heat. Flutter on, Acherontia. Weave on, Arachne. The web is a home. The web is a home. ​