Leonard

And there once was a stunning man, Who loved all that was gloomy & haunting to the soul, His fortunes hid away in a leather anthology, Unlocking the storms of his mind, Troglodytic� Fiori ai Morti, a name assegnato dai diavolo, Those few who have rested their eyes upon him knew, a brute kissed his lips, A creature of Abaddon, cursed to wear a beard of elves who spoke in a ruinous ensemble, Whispering tribulation, the horror veiled in the wrinkled mind of a child, Whispering amaranthine, endless, uninterrupted, untiring, never-ending, never� Fiori ai Morti, a bone wearing man, Scratching, scraping furious the monsters from his face, Multiplying, They squeezed through pores, Peeling back and stepping out from his facial skin, Ever growing vines of adulteration, they� (Fiori ai Morti sings) The forest grows, and grows� All dockets are stone, The forest moans, a dead man�s bouquet of stones, I�ve sown and sown and granite is all I�ve grown, Touch me God, Touch me, The Devil has drank me down, I rest in his stomach, Scratching the walls, Walls of stone, Walls I�ve grown, Walls I�ve sown, Touch me,