1. YOG SOTHOTH : OBSIDIAN STARS WILL FALL

(Instrumental)


2. LAVINIA : THE LIGHTS THAT LAY BEFORE MY EYES

My pale skin, it reminds me of my discarded vessel
Broken, inwardly scarred; something is so wrong

Eidolic spheres surge before my eyes
Swelling as far as my vision distends
I shudder at the voices within my spraining mind
I am touched, raped, defiled

What is this befoulment inside of me?
It reeks perversely, corruptly
I feel it writhing, my cosmic insemination
My body is a tool, 'beyond-one'
Poor blood-father, playing games he cannot understand
Cannot understand...


3. LAVINIA : WRETCHED DUO

A sickness rises within me
Where a sole would feel untrue
A duo is wretched and divined
Born from my concupiscent god of horrors

This black pain floods within me, I can find no respite
I am ready to give in, as the twins leave me
But there lives only one? where is my broken son?

Here lies only wilbur, in my filth
Yet something seems awry
Health grasps upon this boy
But so spurious and false

Where is my broken son?
Where is my broken son?
There lies my broken son?


4. LAVINIA : HIERONYMUS

(Instrumental)


5. WILBUR : NECRONOMICON

I must find the tome
Must find the tome, the pages I seek
I must run, must run, must run...

Oh but when I look back from the torn fields
The homestead doesn't look so bad now
My blistered loins be damned
These cursed bones flourish evermore

I must find the tome
The mania of my father
To undo this foulness, this foulness
My brother, he the horror, 'hieronymus'
Will break his earthly chains
As does his, my own flesh shifts and ruptures
We must stop this, stop this we must
For we are surely doomed
If not for this last and faintest hope

The hour is late, but the locus is found
The miskatonic: it goes by this hallowed name
An entrance I must secure
Lest I’ve stooped to fall
To be ripped, be torn, discarded
As we all, in all time


6. WILBUR : WREATHED N IVY

You will not enter this place, he said to me
But I am compelled, I have returned
Can you not see me?
You are grotesque, your odor is putrid; what are you?
Fuck you, scum, I'll do this without you
What? what will you do?

I've found myself in this graven place
I will not escape
These towering ivy-strewn walls
I suppose they're to wreathe my grave?
Vicious teeth gnash at me from amidst the vagrant shadows
My blood is boiling

My squamous skin rips from the bone,
My precious liquid spills forth,
Those inner stars, my celestial curse
Are strewn upon this sombre loess
And these earthly jaws tear me limb from joint
Marrow sucked, soul fucked

I've found myself in this graven place,
I will not escape
These towering ivy-strewn walls
Wreathe my grave


7. WILBUR : VERDANCE VII

(Instrumental)


8. HIERONYMUS : MATRICIDAL LINEAGE

I've grown insane, mother, father?
Why keep me fettered in this pastoral cell?

I know none else can
For not even I can see the skin that binds me
Still lighter than the flesh of mourning mother
Lighter even than the air she breathes
She'd best prepare
Best prepare...

Mother, father,
I'll shred you limb from limb
Let your fluids spew forth and into me
Flow as rivers, by this savage ritual

Now I’m free,
Broken chains,
Bespeak my release
Now I am unleashed
Unleashed


9. HIERONYMUS : THE DUNWICH HORROR

Translucence, an aura of my primal stench
I'll break all who stand before me
Be he human, beast, or structure
My fractured humanity drives me
Slowing the rational thoughts that try to grasp me

I see firelight flickering from a window
My mark has been found; father, mother, daughter, son
I do not care, you'll all wash my body in blood

As I break the bones, suck the juices
I feel a strange abhorrence wash over me
What? it's nothing, endure the slaughter
Peel the skin back from the sinew
Don't hesitate, the animal within must persist

You'll not be my first, tendons stripped, achilles ripped
My thirst for crimson begins now
Though sated, I am compelled to feast

The taste of the young ones, so fresh, so untainted,
My sickness walks within me
Stop, you hideous beast
A voice howls from the side
Azure-clad, voice hardened
But you will never cease me


10. HIERONYMUS : PEALED FROM MORTAL SINEW

(Instrumental)