Art Is a Competition

TO INHALE THE BREEZE OF GORE AND HEAR THE CALL.

They made way for you and the blossom

CENTURIES AGO THE BEAST RIPPED HIS HEART OUT.

IT NEVER STOPS.

DRIFTING BEHIND YOUR GAZE TO FIND A CASTRATED WORLD.

BUT THE SERVANT NEVER HEARD.

IT LIES WITHIN EACH AND EVERY ONE OF US.

LAY SMILING AT THE GLITTERING DEATH.

A TOMB NOW SUFFICES HIM FOR WHOM THE WORLD WAS NOT SUFFICIENT.

EIN GOLEM UNSERER SELBT NUR FREITD IM SINN.

One of the most beautiful, haunting music videos I've ever seen. The shot around 2:20 on the hillside made me tear up on sight for reasons I don't quite grasp -- take it up with my therapist. And the whole opening sequence of her burning a series of what appear to be very sentimental items. One of those times where I am certain that there is a bunch of stuff that goes way over my head, but I also don't need to understand it to know how it makes me feel.

JUST GIVE ME ONE MORE THING TO FORGET ABOUT.

THAT ALL I NEED IS SLEEP.

AND THE FIRE MELTING.

AND I DON'T WANT TO DISAPPOINT THE FOOLS NO MORE.

AMONG THE THORNS I WILL BUILD MY CATHEDRAL.

ALL OR NOTHING AS BEFORE.