1. VALLEY OF ASHES

Hiding here behind a thin facade of gold and grandeur
We of shallow heart and gilded form
Hollowed out inside by this world we so despise
For the maggots of our dreams have become flies

Existing now in this perpetuated hell
Created from our human vice
Sinning merely to pass the time
Until they kill the fucking lights

Sleepless nights and bloodshot eyes
Weeping for a long dead life
A moment's peace is all we ask

Swill the absinthe, numb the pain
Set thine cold innards aflame
Derive solace from a flask

Born into a world of filth and reared on mimicry
Clutching only fragments of a rotted dream
Cursing the heavens which lie so high above
Winking down in abject mockery
I hesitate to call myself a human being
For it feels as though my heart no longer beats

As the sun retreats below the vast horizon
Stretching the shadow's cold embrace
Freezing my lungs like ice upon my breast
Perhaps that's how I like it best

Sleepless nights and bloodshot eyes
Weeping for a long dead life
A moment's peace is all we ask

Swill the absinthe, numb the pain
Set thine cold innards aflame
Derive solace from a flask

Come now to the edge my dear
I promise you'll feel not a thing
The rocks below, how they beckon us
One final plunge and we'll be free

Sleepless nights and bloodshot eyes
Weeping for a long dead life
A moment's peace is all we ask

Swill the absinthe, numb the pain
Set thine cold innards aflame
Derive solace from a flask


2. OCEANS OF THE EMBALMED

Unto this earth is cast a scornful reckoning of man
Born of the brightest minds
Chemically it misconstrues
Corrupting all that inhale its acrid breath
From the graveyards raising wretched creatures in search of Flesh

Sanity in man abandoned
Humanity within the mind by instincts now reclaimed
Nullifying love and empathy
In hunger ravenous they shall confide

Blurring the horizon with their shambling forms
Consuming swarms draw nearer still
Prayers of wasted words fall upon deaf ears
Hopes of salvation dwindle and fade

Now all is lost, save for revnants of the old
No consolation to the withered souls
Could these looming structures ever bring
Damned to chase the whispers of a ghost

The rotting throat of death
Swallows all before its maw
Regurgitating bones into the dirt
Stomaches bulge with skin
Crying out in endless gluttony
Cravings unfulfilled forevermore

Sanity in man abandoned
Humanity within the mind by instincts now reclaimed
Nullifying love and empathy
In hunger ravenous they shall confide

Blurring the horizon with their shambling forms
Consuming swarms draw nearer still
Prayers of wasted words fall upon deaf ears
Hopes of salvation dwindle and fade

Now all is lost, save for revnants of the old
No consolation to the withered souls
Could these looming structures ever bring
Damned to chase the whispers of a ghost

No consolation to the withered souls
Could these looming structures ever bring
Damned here to exist as fucking ghosts


3. SANGUIVOROUS

"Arise, my pawn, from your place of rest"
Implores a voice from beyond the black
"We've work to do, so waste not a breath"
"Obey your craving, spread our seed of death"

Sanguivorous plague
Upon mankind inflicted
Feeding ravenously by night
I succumb to damnation
All human virtue dethroned
Usurped by addiction
Cursed forever by forces unknown
To these unholy rites

Clawing my way from the grave
Driven by vengeance and rage
I shall bury those who left me this way
Bear my teeth, leave their corpses drained
Stalking into the hamlet, so quaint
Beneath the moonlight the crimson shall paint
Aborting life with glee
Bringing the pestilence of hell upon thee

All will bow to my throne
Adorned with skin, erected by bone

Sanguivorous plague
Upon mankind inflicted
Feeding ravenously by night
I succumb to damnation
All human virtue dethroned
Usurped by addiction
Cursed forever by forces unknown
To these unholy rites

I, for my blaspheme, condemned
To hang by the neck until dead

Stone cold, entombed by the spade
Presumed never to awake

Slumber interrupted
Resuming this mortal coil

For now I dance on a string
Controlled from a higher plane


4. IRREVERENCE

This blade forged of fire, and honed with the taste of blood
Has pierced the mighty hearts of champions
Shattered their hubris and wrapped them in a sheet
Set fire to their kingdoms,
And left their orphaned children weeping at my feet

I, the Promethean, resign
From this creed of falsehood
These dead and buried gods no longer govern me
With sword in hand I shall defile their place of worship
Now and forever free I reclaim my dignity

The faithful's eyes be gouged
Entrails unwound, and prideful hearts devoured
And to their gilded idols
They will pray in vain
Every ounce of bloodshed
Repaid in full

I, the Promethean, resign
From this creed of falsehood
These dead and buried gods no longer govern me
With sword in hand I shall defile their place of worship
Now and forever free I reclaim my dignity

Rotting within the earth
Entombed in effigy
Relics of the insanity
Of revering the unseen

I, the Promethean, resign
From this creed of falsehood
These dead and buried gods no longer govern me
With sword in hand I shall defile their place of worship
Now and forever free I reclaim my dignity

Madness
Blind faith is madness
But madness knows no end


5. THE FINAL SIGH

Hunger, beastial swelling within
An endless, burning, primal desire
From the greatest sin my grandest pleasure is derived
The usurpation of a mortal life
Upon the foulest winds whispers of my name doth ride
Yet an apparition I remainImmortalized by fear and folklore
Though I am very much alive

The fleeting rush as my hand constricts the throat
Watching the color drain, the light fade from the eyes
Carnal enrapturement unmatched by drug or sex
The final sigh for which I strive

Before my face, rigid as stone
Countless have been slain
The urge to suffocate shall not remit
Never to be appeased

Propped erect within the grave
Riveting my attention
Sockets agape, the magget wrought one be entombed
Bleeding from a carved smile upon the face
Remorselessly I seal your final resting place

The fleeting rush as my hand constricts the throat
Watching the color drain, the light fade from the eyes
Carnal enrapturement unmatched by drug or sex
The final sigh for which I strive

Before my face, rigid as stone
Countless have been slain
The urge to suffocate shall not remit
Never to be appeased

Before my face, rigid as stone
Countless have been slain
The urge to suffocate shall not remit
Never to be appeased