and you will know us by the trail of dead - novena without faith lyrics

oh isis… hydatyd…
you’re blood lips
surround me in
this hallway.
cannon l-st in
all this tumult…
tied to the pathos… a revolt
you’re a slur…
she’s a slur…
and all the sp-ce between
certain illusions…
is the cause of rips…
cracks and your face
we’ll wrinkle into nothing
floorboards and p-ssing headlights…
any gate will reveal
itself to me…
as a thief in the night
oh isis… hydatyd