Wreck of the Hesperus piosenki
Utwory wykonawcy:
Blood on the Snare
I stab at the ethereal mask, The cross slips to the side, A question-mark forever... Amen. Hanging on our walls, Hanging in our homes, Hanging around our necks, It hangs us by our necks. I will give you the rope If you promise to swing... A lifetim...
Cess Pit People
People rot apart Born cold as graves We rot away From each other Cess pit people, Wet electric Piles of grey meat Decomposing Portals in shadows, Every one a little darker Portals in shadows, Every one a little deeper
Doomed Ones
Look Down here 'Neath the dirt 'Neath the earth We rot Crumble In this dance Of the doomed ones Now Lungs don't work Clogged with earth Discomfort
Dungeon Floor
Let the walls be hung with their hollowed skulls Decorate the floor with their blood and hair Let their bones be used for alchemical abuse Smoke rises from their limbs No soul gets back in Ritual of blood and fecal matter tangled in a pile All the shit...
Electric Arrows
Weight. Cross. 'Round our necks. Can't cut this tumour. Grows, it grows, it's growing. World. Stone. On our backs. Weighing the hearst of the dead against the feather of truth Drawing a suitable punishment over a brimming world of sin.
Grave Signal
Mountains block out the sun Forests strangling Oceans crushing The sky is falling Poison Animal, human, vermin All the fucking same Indiscriminate slaughter A grave won't keep you safe A tomb won't be immune
Grave Signals
Mountains block out the sun Forests strangling Oceans crushing The sky is falling Poison Animal, human, vermin All the fucking same Indiscriminate slaughter A grave won't keep you safe A tomb won't be immune
Ignaminious Descent
Shattered angel Washed upon These barren shores The boiling sea I will command All that falls here Form an army The anti-cross So now you want to fly? I will give you the wings! Slaughter the pretty angels Burn the fucking gates...
Inheritance
No comfort in salvation Under threat of eternal damnation No solace in sacred hearts, When tones of perdition are bound to the art Only what we think we know Memories are amputees from the mind's wars Scratch past their surface and nothing remains Ide...
Kill Monument
There's blood in these walking foundations And flesh holding up these living walls Gnawing tide, Strangling strange light The stars dim and ossified Drop out of the sky Transmitting dead light
Misery Is the River of the World (Tom Waits cover)
Misery's the river of the world Misery's the river of the world Misery's the river of the world The higher that the monkey can climb The more he shows his tail Call no man happy till he dies There's no milk at the bottom of the pail God builds a churc...
Prolix
"I remember the First War, the way the sky burned, the faces of angels destroyed. I saw a third of Heaven's legion banished and the creation of Hell. I stood with my brothers and watched Lucifer Fall. But I never thought the War would happen again." Lo' beho...
Stop the Black Coffins
Blut ist Leiben To those in strait-jackets Blut ist Leiben To those with the hunger Blut ist Leiben To those who crawl in the night Blut ist Leiben To those who suckle at the throat Plague marks us all under the sign of the black death Tooth, nail, twist gra...
The Dull Fog of Eternity
What first appeared A play of unlight Has now solidified Into a cold, black monolith A tomb for your brain for your frame Commanding it to the Depths of the ocean No light down here Just the dull fog of eternity
The Holy Rheum - I - Night of Negative Stars
It bears a rotten source It lifts and separates Coagulates like blood The rheum of mouldy prayers Worshipping Softening the bones Of the weak and dying The words don't fit the mouth The limbs curled in prostration Worshipping Eliminate!
The Holy Rheum - II - Hologram Law
"My days are consumed like smoke, And my bones are burned as an hearth. My heart is smitten, and withered like grass. By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my skin. I am like an owl of the desert. I watch, and am as a sparrow alone up...
The Osseous Tomb (Echoes Of Winter)
We inhabit this burnt out sun The taste of cold ash sits on the tongue It's an imperfect Eden, and we have travelled so far It's so fucking cold here on this fizzled out star Crawling into the inverted abyss A foothold of dust and bone debris A chain of tomb...