Shapeshifter - Septicflesh

The transformation of the butterfly occurs in reverse.

Beauty eaten abruptly from the ancient worm

Wearing sharp shards, stolen from scattered, broken

mirrors,

as a cloak to cover me…

My strange images nest as birds to the hearts of men

And as birds fly away, taking their thoughts into

oblivion Disintegrating the elemental bonds,

I obtain the rapture of the chameleon.

When I become enraged

with the frenzy of a wolf on the hunt,

I am the most cherished child of fear.

Armed with fangs deadly like daggers,

I am an adept on the skills of murder

I am a shape shifter.

On the ruins of a ghostly projection echoes the lust

for life

An ancient purgatory for the sinister

Shape Shifter…

The transformation of the butterfly occurs in reverse.

Beauty eaten abruptly from the ancient worm.

Wearing sharp shards, stolen from scattered, broken

mirrors,

as a cloak to cover me…