I've scaled over the walls of morality. Not quite sure what I'd find. There on the other side. Waiting in a common stance. Relieve me of my duty. As keeper of this body.
I tip my hat to the creation. And its rewarding disposition. Formed by something. Lacking nothing here. Something so divine. A spectacle of "Elements".
A bounded sphere of wisdom. Spinning to create the now. Upon it all will wonder who, what, where, and how. Liquid covers most of her features. Sunlight covers one side at a time.
She rolled into town with a noise nobody knows. A green light was makin' me blind, her two flashing eyes. No one was there who was as nervous as me. My vision came true, a cry my blood runs cold.
He was just a lad of fifteen years. Who barely fit his breeches. A latter day Dick Whittington. Who dreamt of fame and riches. His teachers took him to one side.
You say i'm a free man,. But what does that mean to a social security number?. A grey suit as sharp as a new guillotine,. Bought and paid for while drugging us under.
As my final call. Sounds the charge. ...to war. . I hate the universe and everything inside. I detest all I see, nothing pleases my mind. . Execute them all.
Cursed by nature. Hence sea confines... mystifies. Haunting the mortal mind. Since the mist of time. As a myth, it had survived. . Praised, was, their knowledge.
Flesh the feeble flesh confines the pain and soul. Vault in which, the earthly way, i bear. Earth Love my denial. Tears as a gift upon my mirror. Bright... the pureness of the unperpetual.
It feels like I'm frustrated. When I should be satisfied. But as long as I'm frustrated. I know I'm still alive. I've got 20/20 hindsight. But I won't live in the past.
War consumes us, makes us who we are. We march the path of the ancient star. She will guide us, throughout these toilsome times. From her stellar light we shine.
[TORMENTOR cover]. . This is a story about Elisabeth Bathory. Her blood is ourselfs.... clean, hungarian blood.... Dark castle,. occult carols sound,.
Rejoicing in rectal sludge. Writhing in withered flesh. Bathing in bile and puke. Binging on bowel waste. Slurping on sweaty slime. Purging on plasma red.
Epidermis punctured. As the deadened blood is drawn. Stiff cadever on the table. Victims of death's spawn. Desicate, deteriorate. Start to decompose. Process of embalment.
Paralyzing atrophy locked in her web of mimicry. Suspended inverted waiting to die. . Dexterous segmented limbs. Fangs to sink within your skin. They seek to find vacancy.
Every rope a noose in each knives blade a truth each day greyer than before unwelcome life long. in the tooth colors marred and queer ambitions disappear the walls of shame are closing in you're fading fast you just can't breathe anymore can you feel your skin yet turning cold? or rigor.
Crawling the walls through every crack and crevice teems. Blackness washing over the windowpanes, painting the buildings in between. Creeping down the alleyways, consuming every street.
wisdom infinite, held tightly in my grasp. my sword one thousand battles strong. ageless i remain, beyond the reach of death. indebted by my soul. . i have witnessed the birthing of your faith.
Delightful Dishes Before My Eyes. Every Time A I See A Corpse. The Smell Of Blood Disturb My Mind. I Can't Resist The Juicy Flesh. . Internal Fluids Running Down.
A realm of sickness - with rotting landscapes. Gory red skies - nauseating air. A hidden hell - for tortured souls. Decomposition - is everywhere. . [chorus:].