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Rend the sinews of the
Viscous simulacrum
Separate
And inspect what lies between (between)
Serpentine coiling cords
Gaze long into the glare
Fibrous and fraying at the ends
Betraying the hidden delights (delights)
Wrapped claustrophobically tight
Tear, Tear them away
Where, where is the light
Serpentine cords
Fibrous and fraying
Tear them away
Where is the light
Cut from bleeding cloth
A Cursed wanderer
Dragging self closer to realms
A Maddening lurch
Toward cloud drown lands
Cut from cloth bleeding
A Cursed wanderer
Dragging self closer to realms endless
Where is the light
It no longer shines amidst this tomb
Wretched each of us are
Gods eyes are blind to me
To thee
A world of sinners and cowards alike
Crawling like worms though carrion
Unable to eat
See now what perversion they mend the cloth
What lies they gorge upon.
Woe, woe, woe
Is Me
Where is the light?
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2. |
Throne of Perversion
06:19
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Softly caress the sword
Run your tongue slow across the blade
Let your blood sing it’s praise
Worship it’s cutting edge
Accept its gracious gifts
Return just a little essence
Supple flesh drawn red razor thin
Gently parting
Stretching ear to ear
Accept it.
Press it a little deeper into your flesh
Tease it down to the bone
Bite your lip and
Let your eyes roll
A little more ecstasy drips
You’re sick
Bloods tainted
We need to get it out
Give it more
But there’s less than last time.
Slide it in a little further
And you’ll be a little closer
Bite your lip and let your eyes roll
You’re sick bloods tainted
We need to get it out
Give it more
But there’s less than last time
Pain is proof of devotion
Don’t disappoint
Honor with your essence.
Softly caress the sword
Run your tongue slow across the blade
Let your blood sing it’s praise
Worship it’s cutting edge
Accept its gracious gifts
Return just a little essence
Gods eyes are blind to me
To thee
A world of sinners and cowards alike
Crawling like worms through carrion
Unable to eat
Softly caress the sword
Run your tongue slow across the blade
Let your blood sing it’s praise
Worship it’s cutting edge
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3. |
Rites of Malignancy
05:22
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The husk will wither once more
Reborn you shall know of my arrival
By the sounding of the bells
The seas and sands of time collide
Violently as to shake the slumbering
Each god of old arise
To retake a throne
The deafening roar of the silent sea
Drowning all mortals in madness
Dormant dwellers now stir
Called forth
The rites of malignancy
Commence
Cancerous will be they
A god blight called forth
Worship with final breath
Moments of ecstasy
Snuffed short
With elaborate suffering
A moment of eternity
Capturing the immensity
Be still now
The world is no longer yours to rule
The husk will wither once more
Reborn
You shall know of my arrival
by the sounding of the bells
Marked by chaos’ apocalyptic seal
You will know my name
By the wailings of despair.
The very essence of virtue dries before my step
You will know death
Wither once more in my presence
Take heed blessed knower of doom
For my name spells demise
The swarm
Unrelenting
Threatens to black out the sky forever.
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4. |
Apparition
05:23
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Curse Fouled Breath Reeking
Speaking tongues
known not to man
Conscious Corners splinter
Sickly Specters Lurking
Edges of reality fracturing
Diabolic overwhelming
Cacophony
They won’t silence
sickening moldered tongues
Cease! Let me be.
Faintest shivered touch
A tittering voice
occupies a space
between conscious thought
What does it want?!
Inescapable Effluvium
Mind flushing Miasma
The fetor of conscious decay
Horrid is this
Horrid is this hell
Speaking tongues
known not to man
Sickly Specters Lurk
Edges of reality fracturing
Giving way to not but cacophony
Dormant dwellers now stir
A god blight called forth
Worship with final breath
Our father.
Blessed be the bastard
Just as bastards are we.
Unloved
From the dust
Hated hearts within
Fated life without
Cacophonous
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6. |
Cruciatum Aeternum
05:40
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When the light goes out
When the flames die down
They come with promises of storms on their lips
The pendulum again swings heavy
Striking Each Hour Deeper Despair
The clockworks steady ticking company
Counts down
Don’t let it in
Don’t listen to the whispers flittering betwixt
The burgeoning glow
Threatened by the cold Alone
Growing over the mold in the corners lurch
Where have the heavens gone
How the Helpless these mewling echoes
A nameless formless malevolence
Recognized through instinct alone.
Am I as evil as that which haunts
Is it me beyond the veil?
A warning? A promise?
The clocks hour strikes later
The end is nigh now
Helpless these hands
Which have wrung the threads of fate
Only to wring blood from the frayed cloth
Where has the light gone?
A warning? A promise?
The clocks hour strikes ever later
Yet the the end is nigh now
The end is nigh
A nameless formless malevolence
Recognized through instinct alone
I am that which is beyond the veil
I am the evil which haunts
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7. |
Abjection
03:48
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8. |
Wombs of Depravation
06:54
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The swarm unrelenting
threatens to black the sky
The forest grows darker still
the great beasts which stalk
grow ever bolder
The glow of their eyes in the growing gloom
Betray their lurking forms
Wicked with dagger like teeth
The suns inextricable swallowing
Now never again to pierce the sky.
Light bearers rejoice atop newfound thrones
The rivers again bloodied
Sallow eyed servants draw the taint
Those who must brave the gloom
Lest greater still misfortune is to follow
Abject horrors to suffer subjective text
Which scrawls their existence in blood
Depraved ramblings are they.
How short lived it is.
The ghosts of the past will not sleep
Nor haunt
But stare idly and oddly
Not haunt
But stare idly and oddly
The seas and sands of time
Collide as to shake the slumbering
The pendulum creaking
Keeping maddening consistency
Striking each hour deeper despair
We’ve lost our way
The map is blank
The laughter of the dark one consumes
My name is the wailings of despair.
The lightbearers lament
Now black out the sky forever
The ghosts of the past will not sleep
Nor haunt
But stare idly and oddly
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9. |
Nil
03:22
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