Cathedral : Forest of Equilibrium

Doom Metal / United-Kingdom
(1991 - Earache Records)
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Our pleasures be joyless doleful experiences.
We seek not life's beauty but cherish its funeral aspects.
We crave the (mis)fortunes rich in their non entity rejoice in celebrating less severe tragedies.
In the toil to exist we excrete individuality whilst Captivating internment in cloned identity.
Real is The oration of stone possessed emotion.
I yearn isolation from this realisation.
Reject the elation of blissful tranquility,
Obsessions they lay with the bleak and sinister.
A wealth of treasures be ours to take possession yet
We break bones and gruel to savour simulations.
Disciples of the drabness devotees of worthlessness
Consent to endure the anguish and form only ashes.
Real is the oration.
Oh yeagh let me go.
Let me wander through buildings immense in their esolation.
At peace from your catastrophe here with gargoyles as my friends.


Together we have discovered the languid
Fatigue of love interrogated all
Our beauty we've turned each other inside out.
Drowning in Ebony Tears.
The long face of cherrlessness the only bonding
We share enlightened by degredation
The only pleasure is pain.
Drowning in Ebony Tears.
Embedded in our resentment lay the keys to disengage
But still we burn in persecution
For the punishment of


The serpent she writhes in knowledge
For rebellion and heresy,
The serpent she thrives on knowledge
For beauty and ecstasy,
The night contains me, exults me,
Promises me the tender touch of the serpents dreams.
O' to dark foundations grey deliverance,
Mesmerized by descent shrouded in calm.
Fabled curses plunge to depths untold I conjure bind
And charge thee to heavens unknown (entombed).
O' yea serpent eve.
Gather to the lords of facade,
Beneath the cross of false,
Crawl to the figure speared wither within its name.
Raise the current clear the stream,
Herald the sound of the serpent dreams.
Into the night for the serpent eve psalms for the spirit,
Charms for the calling.
We're neophytes for serpents eve.


Tortured self worth, abstracts of wrath,
Released from attachment human reaction.
Muted unable to realize images of
Your designs soul sacrifice a blessing to me,
Carve me from your memories.
Deep impressions my depths,
Worthless as each breath,
Worlds within words of half truth my fears of losing you.
I'll pour scorn from the lowest place
Colour fades from your face.
Annihilation acceptance.
Paradox of self existence.


Lost in the battlefield of opposite extremes.
I ponder on the embankment that stands
In between the
And color entirety I see the beauty
And chaos of fate and destiny.
Stand in the balance of forest equilibrium.
Absorb every aspect of forest equilibrium.
The fatality of optimism shall we not embrace
But evolve into the actual with grace.
Outweigh the balance through excessive choice
I return to the wisdom of this equalateral place.
Rebuild thy strength here in forest equilibrium.
Through irreligious choice in forest equilibrium.
Through irreligious choice in forest equilibrium.
Come walk with me through violet smokescreens
Where both feet tread upon joys
And agonies calm in all we see, masters of destiny.


White rose perfume go with thee on thy way
Unto the thy shaded tomb low music doth fall lightly
As autumn leaves about they solemn pall.
Faint incense rises.
O'you, you fell away from me my love,
Like all earthly things vanish into death's cold mysteries.
Serpents marked with azure rings cathedrals
Where rich shadows fall,
Things strange curious solemn saviour.
You promised me laughter in autumn days,
Now I can't awake from this lucid haze,
I can't awake to laugh with you,
I'm so weary.
Claws upon my flesh and statues of lost
Souls dominate this house.
Angels have no pity,
Their wings have turned to stone.
Come travel naked lovers beyond all dimensions of heaven
And lie enchanted forever in the lucid garden of dreams.
In all animate sources
And creation of belief we travel seas of illusions
That begin at our dreams.
Ethereal architects masters of all fate.


Dark oceans we cry,
Writhing in the misery,
Cast spit on the love that lay at our feet,
The intrigue of pain we crave it's mystery neglect
To explore the depths to sanctity.
We reach happiness,
Divine in providence,
Our lamented desires.
Lose scent of the essence,
Shunned is the prosperity,
We feel the anxiety,
Self inserting the knives in our heart.
Luring to degrade with bribes of affection,
Can't abide divinity over our imperfection.
All love is broken,
Sombre in devotion,
The hearse of selfishness has drove it all away.

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