B/Benzor II/The Shadow from the Great Below Bellows Exuberantly as I am Dragged Towards the Gallows
I write my elegy before nature draws its final curtain A brutal vision of a great freeze, soon I'll be uttering my final words
Many fleeting memories We had nothing here but time Now I'm stricken by contortions A blemish is all which will remain
My labour of flesh for this passionless farce, mercury fills my body The labyrinth of arcane delights, a passage through astral forces Uncouth wilderness magnetises both the wealthy and dismayed I remember my negation as the sand became my enemy
Anaemia and contemptuousness As fleeting as the court This entire battlefield Is like a fucking enema
Mortified oxygen penetrates the putrefaction of an evil serpent master The stars of omniscience shine on me during my journey to Eden
A wicked malefaction Drags me through its ambiguity Nails inside my abdomen I'm only here to feed the earth
It's my rite of passage, this contamination, perseverance here is death, and we're in love with war and pain I'm abominable and defamed, a fuliginous mire, could it be rebellion to move with the light of isolation? The moon oscillates, divides, and obfuscates. Problems which burn me through, wreak havoc on my flesh Suffer for me, inhumanise my formation, black slime engulfs fire and emerges from the bowels of the earth
Scorching flames erupt, the fiery sunshine burns my skin as I'm tainted and defamed The deluge brings joy, I radiate happiness and wonder, and my indignant cries can't end this pain I'm spiteful and deranged, livid, revengeful, and full of hatred, my doppelgänger chimes my agony Veiled gleams in the sacred zone, the Grim Tormentor calls for me as his exclamations become my wisdom
Explosions of depravity, begrudging those I've chosen The waste of pandemonium, a market of false hope Extracts of yore spike my veins, sacred and shackled remains A grimace I can't comprehend, the images they've shown are shattered
Devil's fraught by potency, my shell gyrates in an eddy A treasure of oneiric meat, you'll suffer my compulsions A maladapted spirit drifts, a curious imitation A worm formed by my cremation, you give me your shrouded hand
A protégé brings me to my doom, but he doesn't know any of the keys I hold Dispirited messiahs surround me, they'll suffer my dependency The orphan brings upon me plagues, serenaded by the bitter songs of yesterday A cartoonish show of force, I'll show you my love with my trepanning
Greed and proliferation drive me to and fro Pink swells, a disturbance, bliss glows, untrammelled The coffin and the gloom, ride out and avenge The hands of the unborn, avoidance and the coil
The ape of a treasured contention and my destitute eyes
Deity of indescribable woes, souls long lost and forgotten Saccharine elements of my demise, my glamour escapes the pit Five symbols of my contempt, masochistic toil of consumerism Gallery of spiritual torment, in my confounded mausoleum
My adversaries greet me as I try to turn around An autonomous congruence guides me through this prolonged day of toil My idolatry remains with what's left of all my broken dreams The magnitude of dearth gleams with the striking of a thousand swords
Maniacal contractions drown out these wild unsilent winds The ladies of the limbo gather around the debris of the black moon The shape rises from beneath the aether and exposes here its malefaction I slither inside the circle which I have created for myselfTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.