1. A CLARITY DENIED

In shackles of the aftermath
Atrocities dismantled
Its skin is torn the naked flesh bound
And to a dreaded cancer fatally exposed

The sickness welcomed blindly
Like a volountary enslavement

Outstretched it emerge through turmoil
Its renewal sought in incubators
So parted in abscence
Let us harvest from decay

And so it's drawn to its point of breaking
The bitter half surrounds as swarming pain
In twitches and deep convulsions
Exellence falter in a clarity denied

The tainted flesh tremble through sickness
Far beyond the redemption sought in incubators
So parted in abscence
Let us harvest from decay

Herein the chaos
The nails are carving deep
A smuthering silence
Yet it's incisive and pounding
Its beckon linger on
As a frustrated stillborn remain
Of the abhorrence within

A bleak deception for the blind to feel and even see
The shackles tightened, the primal painted
in the essence of the humanity-disease

Archetype bleed forth

The denial burn as fever
And without vision waking up dead
in a dead world


2. THE BLEEDING

Painted in black it smiles towards me
The forlorn hopes fiery strains impale me

From sanguine skies, as wept by fallen grace
Poured into the naked wounds of bitterness

Blood of false serenity
Blood of sacred impurity
Brought unto us mere everdying

Through me they burn

I break these circles of dreadful pain
Scorch these lost lives to never be again
With scarred eyes so vapid and cold
Come enrich my dwelling with your desolate sights
dying sights

A silent remembrance reflects within
A contiguity so fierce, it's bursting through my flesh

Rivers of fire consume me, consume me!
And shed from your grieving womb the tears of falseness
Bleed upon me with hate!

Caress me malicious shadows
Open wide you exquisite blackness
And devour me in macabre passion


3. THE VULTURE TONES

This hollow motionless body
Subdued to blackened urges
Is dying into addictive ache
As I stand pestiferous and damned

Scavengers, come feed upon the
Serpent anguish of needlescars

From times filthy wounds I've drunk
Through aeons of contempt in nakedness I've died
So slit me open and appease my hell
Defile my desires, eviscerate me

With a lamenting awes vulture tones

Scavengers, come feed upon the
Serpent anguish of needlescars

In asseveration of that cold dark grip
I leave it all behind
And die in its magnificence
such a bitter masquerade

This hollow motionless body
Subdued to blackened urges
Is dying into addictive ache
As I stand pestiferous and damned

In deep bittersweet green
I lose it all to damn this world
A sacrifice of mortal coil

So slit me open and appease my hell
Defile my desires, eviscrate me

With a lamenting awes vulture tones
All boundaries torn
And its dirges rot in my senses
So grimly those branches sprung through my flesh
Solitude infects and it burns in my chest


4. GARDEN OF SIN

Desolate are the skies that wept in pain
And laid its grandeur in perennial sorrow
Overflowed are the shores of this devoided mind
With the blood of its lingering death

Unveil thine palest thoughts?
Bedeck that sordid contempt to being
as it wilts

With wistful yearns and tempestous lechery
Be the breeze to smite this feeble vision
Let the enticiment grow strong
While devouring this grieving profundity

Whisper still, streak my flesh with your might
Gleam and blind, set ablaze your caress

Show me the lust of the fallen
Condemn me to your garden of sin

Desires burn fierce and I with them
Kiss me deep cleance me with your poisoned tounge
Indulge in my immolation
Taste of the tepid carnal red

Senses wane, yet relentless seem this will
Your licentious vigour hang as vestment upon me
Blessed by its passionate thorns of mourning
again bleed

And in these dirges of vain
Worlds of ember are drowning fast

Se release me unto pestilential serenity
Release me whilst lacrymose I falter
Through your garden of sin!

So be the quietus
To scythe, the tendon of life
Oh, how I long!