1. THROES OF LIFE, FOREVER ENTWINED

A great tragedy
This life, marked by abandonment
Wounds only ever expanding
With curses of pain everlasting

A gaping hole
Where a love for life used to be
Thrown away and forgotten
In my time of need

Reinforced hopelessness
Negates a semblance of progress
I succumb to the temptations
Of downward descent

Numb to my surroundings
Not feeling, just merely existing
As the time passes by
Like it would without me

The throes of life, forever entwined
With a broken stare from heartsick eyes

Forms a layer of dust
Which obscures all contentment

No recollection
Of time without woe

Only the cold embrace of sorrow
Always and forever
Forevermore…

[Solo: Peterson]
[Solo: Walburn]
[Solo: Iacovella]

The throes of life, forever entwined
With the rust of an age old sorrow
Forms a layer of dust
Which obscures all contentment

[Solo: Walburn]


2. CRIMSON SEVERANCE

Wring out this form
Such that I am unborn
Smothering of sleep everlasting

A ravaged mind
This soul's domain
Embittered and faint in drive
Bathing in hideous ruby
Proclaimed disgrace
Destined to invert
To hollow the skull to purity

A wound must be crafted to mirror lacerations within
Countless acts of failure force my hand in final sin

Naught could spare from damnation
Bondages hurled in disdain
Charon, impart your erudition
As I set out to desiccate every last vein

Court of the reaper
Her gavel - my blade
Sever the crimson from my frame
With conviction that cannot be swayed

Wretched starvation
Lost and unworthy of tender release
This lying in uncertainty
All feeling within me to rapidly decrease

[Solo: Iacovella]

I now surrender myself through this bleak, numb crimson severance

Cacophony yielding
Depart with breath that suspends
Mourning of umbra's shielding
Lamenting the life that soon ends

Assured by my phaneron
So crippled and drained
That from core to exterior
I'm all but deceased

Carving to the jugular
Exacting this climactic vision
To relinquish the woes
Of self-hate and derision

Let loose this accursed dark slime
A sickening red wine which keeps me alive
Imbued true pain on those who survive

Bring about the end with this ultimatum
To wring out this form
Such that I am unborn
And reject vitality's forward momentum

[Solo: Walburn]