Conducting From The Grave : Trials of the Forsaken

Deathcore / USA
(2005 - Self-Produced)
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1. IMPROPER BURIAL

Forsaken in past passages.
Told through the eyes of legends.
Ahe seed of the one who has been cast down
And spawned within this last hope.
From this view you can see
The ash clouds and smell the villagers’
Hhair and skin melt away. Follow the gravel road.
You can feel it grow within yourself.
Feel it spread, thickening.
Your clearest thought may betray you.
It’s your death within a toll.
Clear the lands of this darkened shade.
Save yourself enriched in the clutched hands.
Its darling touch yes is very deceiving.
Beyond this village a stream to cleanse yourself.
But time, it clots your lifespan in every sacred second.
Time passes by.
Years have seemed not
To correspond within their own interval.
Deteriorate fine young man.
Withered in death’s timeframe.
Capture the descent in departure.
You can feel it grow within yourself.
Feel it spread, thickening.


2. ETERNALLY GUTTED

A dark obsession with her frail form,
Laid upon this table.
Eviscerated with surgical precision,
Lacerated far beyond infinity.
A thousand hearts to perish,
A million cities to burn experience
Within existence is defined with fate.
The blade brushes the surface of her flesh,
Her skin crawls with apprehension.
Realization of her imminent demise.
Reflections of horror begin to fill her eyes.
In this world, empires rise and fall, ages come and go.
The only thing that’s certain,
Everything will someday die.
Devour this heart with memories of her.
An eternity together that meant the world to me,
When every second was consumed by her apathy.
An obsession with the past unable
To accept what is here before me.
Indulging on her flesh.
In this ceremony of butchery.
Gazing upon blood stained hands.
Insanity overcomes me.
Cannibalistic thoughts cloud
My tainted mind and I begin to feast.


3. THE SKIES ARE BLACKENED NOT BY CLOUDS, BY INSECTS

Nails seem to rain from the sky.
A curse upon the common man.
To be chosen to disrupt this harmony.
An honor only to the spiteful, the heartless,
And the hate driven. A glimpse into the future.
Standing on the edge of the world that
Has now fallen to an abrupt disorganization.
Breathe in the blackened sky.
Feel as the insects fill your lungs.
Their reproduction. Nails seem to rain from the sky.
A curse upon the common man.
To be chosen to disrupt this harmony.
An honor only to the spiteful.
To be chosen to reign, but reign I will not.


4. A NEVER ENDING SEARCH FOR CLOSURE

Digging through the yards of bodies, to finally emerge.
My hands carry the scent of the souless,
The soul seeking.
I hold out my hands using this frame
To seek vengeance upon the
Living through possession killing
Their killers with these hands, my hands.
To grant me their visions,
Their last seconds from the world,
It's not dreams I wake from,
It's their whispers and their cries.
To a child you were their only trust,
The only light to be shaped not to decay.
Souls were too young to cry out,
Only left to watch as
Their protecors become the possessed.
Digging through the yards of bodies, to finally emerge.
My hands carry the scent of the souless, the soul seeking. How many of the innocent,
The defenseless have to fall from a loved ones hands?
In this life span there will
Be this revenge which only some may wish for.


5. IN TIMES OF WARS AND WORRIES

I write in times of wars and worries for
I set out to do battle with the likes of your past.
I engage in this onslaught with only my bare hands.
Clawing out my own eyes for yesterdays shadows.
Paint vivid pictures of lustful punctures.
I write in times of wars and worries for
I set out to do battle with likes of your past.
In regards to my worries they have
Fallen prey in my manner, to my fortress and my enemy.
Pray for she in this time of war,
She now is my salvation,
My end till the end of this raging war.


6. WHEN TWO BLOOD TYPES COALESCE

Two fingers hold a light,
That in time will filter out all the bad times.
Cherishing a nourished future,
Holding onto letting go.
Saltwater expressions wash over a pale face,
Leaving the other to reflect it back.
A fold, a crease, a setting,
All began with only a decline.
Crumbling barriers give way to an unbearable friction.
Cold shivers, their skin sticks
To the barrels of their release leaving
Behind a trail of their types amongst the sheets.
Collect the remains,
The families shall remember not to inconvenience,
Let sorrow set in with despair to dig the hole.
In a time when two blood types coalesce.
Smiles will never be so shallow again.
But rain in the light, undefined by an unbalance.

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