Bringer of Torment As I open my eyes to see What has become of your beauty A Grotesque amalgamation of what you used to be Has vanished (To see the grotesquely perfect Sight of beauty vanish) A frighteningly tormented ghost, incessantly roaming the halls of the catacomb Though I prayed An answer I did not hear Sanity escapes me Through this maddening Archetype of a ghastly fiend I can't believe all that I've done What a blasphemous being I've become And I owe it all to you O elusive one One last thing Can you bring me the head of the gleaming sun!? As we must shun The one that gives out the warmth To the destitute and the doomed Beyond the fog She grieves the moon And we must burn through time Become the conflagration Of the conflated blessing To Be Is to feel The pain Scribe these words O Great Hell Bound Bleak Apparition Bringer of torment The curse bestowed is not free (But she continues to speak through me) Ignorant indifference Wields the cost of blood and skin To reanimate my darling And I've paid it 10 fold At the cost of my blood And that of my cleansed soul But it's no matter For The Agony, and The Maddening To continue their blight upon me A soul departed From the body lives lost To fulfill a purpose Existing between hell and what we left in this liminal space To suffer in a purgatorial sentence of The bleakest blankness Though the blackest flame rest at the depths Of the great altar of The Marquis Amon I'll stand at the foot of the deep abyss devouring the light Unbound from the body Free to roam the garden, tell me Where they buried My, darling Please tell me Where she's buried… To be Is to feel Nothing Scribe these words O Great Hell Bound Bleak Apparition Bringer of torment The curse bestowed is not free (But she continues to speak through me) Ignorant indifference Wields the cost of blood and skin To reanimate my darling I mourn the cold darkness of her eyes Though hell hath marked the flesh of a goddess The mind remains To consume what's left of me Unbound from the body Free to roam the garden Existing between Purgatorial Liminal Space My ears they ring (Deafening) With the dreadful sound of misery Emanating from inside Unleashing the deity Raum within my dreams Lord of vanishing Great Earl of Hell What do you see when I see the face in…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
