Incessent Drone Of Misery. Pyrrhonism Grows Into My Veins. Like A Parasite Feeding Upon My Gain. . In The Wake Of Elucidation. Thoughts Are Manifested Amidst The Senses.
Passing through matter,. I tear onwards.. Bitterness empowers my will,. Darkness permeates the living tissues of my flesh,. As I surround...... . Chaos revels in my mind..
Rise. Toward the surface. Through the eye of the storm. You'll find the way. The way through the labyrinth. Sweet Leviathan. Across oceans of time. You'll find the way.
Black blood. Dust and ashes.. In the spiders web the fly is lost. Dead eyes in darkness prying. Within my corpse the worms still crawl. . Bleached bones 'round my throne lie scattered.
=================. (lyrics: Hellid. music: Andersson). are you of the kind. who use to leave yourself. temporarely. transform into someone else. are you of the kind.
You break my bones. Crush my head with stones. You dance on my grave. I am your slave. . You tear out my eyes. Feed me with the lies. You piss on my brain.
Heavenly torture. You're burning again. Envy the clueless. That fight 'til the end. . Save one that kills one. It's always the same. General scapegoat.
When all you have's a hammer. All you see is nails. When all you have's a hammer. And when all else fails. Hit the nails!. . When all you have's a buzz-saw.
Blessed by the unlord I m as i enjoy this moment given, when my limb hard. and hot penetrate these hard cold apertures. Form these putrefacted in which.
You bury your Dead too shallow. To get more flies, Pestilence and Honey. . A kindred Spirit I control your destiny. What you smell is Fear As I cry to the Heavens.
When all time ends. Your soul I send. Beginnings end. On deathbed's hands. . When ends begin. When your heart weeps. And hide the truths. Its golden bud.
The pilgrim is looking for a hidden place. When he's hungry and thirsty. When he longs to wash dust from his legs. He wanders to mountains' foot. Day and night the sky is his vault.
And he was here. Space is his feature, so don't ask what's on the end. Time is his feature, so don't ask what was before. Who clapped his hands, snapped his fingers.
on the surface, everything seems to make sense. things vibrate and forms all states of matter but go deeper. to the realm of a quantum, and all sense is lost.
Passion. We are going yeah. We are going babe. . You look so beautiful when you cry. You want to die whore. . Real me I say. That pulls you away. . I pray for you and I fuck you.
There is something I have wanted to tell you. Though I'm afraid to let it fall into the wrong hands. An endless burden is upon my shoulders, it tears me apart.