Saturn Devouring His Children

We know the secret reason
The reason for his parricide
The silent and illusive try to stop the fleeting hand of time
A strategy, that will always be
But a hopeless venture, bound to fail
And all he ever does conceive is a twisted kind of burial
Which he had never thought to yield
As something further lies concealed.

Burying the children in a hurry, secretly within the tomb
In the gentle safety ... of his own belly
Where, soundly asleep, they'll be waiting for
The time of their delivery ... and exactly that's the irony!
Something that he had never thought to yield
As something further lies concealed.

Fear... this is the secret name
Driving force and motivation
For his attempt to stop the wheel
Yes, something further lies concealed
We truly know the secret reason
Still something further lies concealed
The dreadful murder, a sad illusion
Now something else shall be revealed.

I, your child, bury myself
Within your body... eagerly
Forbidden taste, never admitted
Driven by the ghouls of fear
Refuge for unspoken longing (s)
We are not quite ready for this world
In silent slumber of a darker safety
Into my mother's womb I want to return.