Septic Flesh - Shapeshifter

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...