A true and dreadful discourse of a light depleted through obliteration The empty vodka bottles consistently, forever speak for themselves The scars all over my body tell the whole fucking tale I am falling Found in prepetuum of excess within contempt regenerated in death Another irredeemable fuck up perpetuated by obsession and lust No one hears… the cries No one spares… their crimes
I live in constant fear Of all that which is near and I live in constant fear Of all that which is near
No! Insignificance of the will once perished. to be blighted Why? Thrust into suffering through continuous survival. It’s what remains More! Fucking hallucinatory torment of due deliverance. I am falling They! Give their wrists and dispel concurrent safety in numbers
I live in constant fear Of all that which is near and I live in constant fear Of all that which is near
No fight in death Despondent nightmare Eternal ineffectiveness Tear the eye out for engulfment No saviour will come Ruin me to create order And kill with these hands Cut me, bleed me for amusement
The final sadistic nocturnal prayer to downplay thine insignificance Malformed bourgeois architecture will eternally haunt my dreams Horrific, ceaseless repetition of words in hope of them turning into facts Must cease to exist Voices and beings coming from these walls telling me things that should not be The process of purification through my catatonic body will achieve equilibrium Take me away… from here Just anywhere… but here
I live in constant fear Of all that which is near and I live in constant fear Of all that which is near
Degradation of minds The perseverance of lunacy Sweet ailment of mine Inhuman construction from the Black Spheres Arcane and indestructible Not human, not fragile An abomination, indescribable Apotheosis achieved through my destruction
So, stick the fucking knife in me and between just us, denial And we can just give into grief and surrender to the pentagram The atonement of abuse remains, I leave this plane in hatred Just give up all your torn-up bliss. The chaos it breeds, Belial
The plights, can they save the souls And what did they contribute? All the limbs mutilated Devoid of colour, comfort in the void of consciousness
Assassinate in name of the abyss. The invisible parasites feast on my betrayal And enter the malignant prophecy, destroy thy sins in the night of endless abstraction.
The key to the gate. Of horrors from beyond Formless being, deforms all on which it dawns The torment will never cease As long as the gate remains closed
Watch the night of bloodletting begin, release the sickness from the depths Let the horrors be set free and gaze at the malformed geometry In the abominable black spheres, forbidden knowledge of those once omnipotent All trapped in the prison of greed, anticipate the revenge of the ghosts
As the valley beyond my comprehension, formed itself In illogical patterns, unfathomable I return My mind ruined and forever deformed Forbidden to live with the cursed knowledge of the indescribable terror Of a realm where time and space didn’t exist I return as a messenger To spread the disease
In the valley of abomination Lies the ultimate disease Chalices filled with poison Sacrificial offering to the distant inferno I travelled across the Black Spheres In my astral body To see if I exist Messiah of botched surgery and deformation
I gaze at the battle below Watch as the populous immerse in black bile Streaks of melancholy I shalt forever bleed Drink from the chalice of poison
The fulfilment in nothing Sigils in futility Pestilence by immortal fiends The maximiser of wrath unknown to cosmic bounds Mortuary of dehumanisation Technological fanaticism Damnation In the abyss Magnetism of the void torments in a smokeless fireTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
