Vale Of Amonition - Immortalizing The Lugubrious, Or Those Of Evolving Despair lyrics
Tracks 01. Where They Gathered And Suffered
02. Sons Of The Moribund 03. My Firstborn Will Surely Be Blind 04. Drink The Poetry Of The African Wretch 05. Terminus 06. At Evolution's End 01. Where They Gathered And Suffered
Yet no noble feet could walk the thirsty fields
Or riot with the wretches in some solemn skin With crippled kin in tow wielding barren dreams The race you call vermin gathers yet again They grapple with disease They crawl for your greed You empty the vaults Of spite that beggars belief You offer no reprieve Neither silence nor sleep Their defeat you deem A fait accompli Let recollection take a tender part Assuage the raging tortures of their hearts Still the wild tempest of tumultuous grief And pour the godly nectar of relief Gods of the desert, Gods of the Sun Gods most silent, Gods most unkind Prosper the suffering above the ground With the will to be violent in ways profound For painter and poet did conspire To portray them in shame and ire Strength lost upon the seas With all distress known and felt deeply Let recollection take a tender part Assuage the raging tortures of their hearts Still the wild tempest of tumultuous grief And pour the godly nectar of relief Gods of the desert, Gods of the Sun Gods most silent, Gods most unkind Prosper the suffering above the ground With the will to be violent in ways profound Yet no noble feet could walk the thirsty fields Or riot with the wretches in some solemn skin With crippled kin in tow wielding barren dreams The race you call vermin gathers yet again Let justice remember if history forgets Prevail for the living if tomorrow we’re dead For we will withstand these mortal pains And to our Gods immortal anthems raise 02. Sons Of The Moribund
Weary sons, your day arrives
A day dripping with old world blood Your father's overhanging demise Begs a ritual, asks a pointless exercise To come to terms To eulogize Oh life Is yours to define By-and-by The day arrives Oh death Is yours to realize The absence of warmth in his words Speaks to how deep he's died Your father rots where he once throve His blood shirks the iron it once knew Vilest heart Songless mind Oh father Sleep you must Slandering tongues Heir apparents Oh sons Pray you must Oh Lord God, why have you forsaken me? Oh Lord, that I must be at the mercy of all this greed ancient... It rains, it pours Its spoils and its horrors His years profound And dark and hard The voice, the host Of progress and ghosts His years profound And dark and hard Verily through a songless time Of flaying all he dared to love He whittles right before your eyes His widow broken where he dies This onerous name Remains his stain Our very life Not ours to define To end the sound Of broken vows Our father's death We've realized And tonight his blood It toils no more And the scorn he spun It turns no more And his sons and their sons Will surely bury him And into their dreams Will surely carry him 03. My Firstborn Will Surely Be Blind
You should know
Before I scatter my seed I was born of a foul man Whose doctrine is my speech Our history is red Our darkness is rich We authored the tragedies That sought many a man On this our land What God damned We made stand My flesh was tailored In the malice of arcane song These hands bred widows And crafted solemn homes My father and I We hosted the Plagues And served them our kin To devour and appraise Oh tell me; What disease have I driven into your womb? Like foulest father, like foulest son And our deeds won't be undone Has your light my darkness undone? Will it redeem my firstborn son? Oh tell me; What disease have I driven into your womb? But oh my eyes Dark and bright Receive the night Turn a lustful gold To a murderous hue The tale of tribe Lay of your land Receives my seed From that great deep Of bleak design The child to come Yours and mine Receive this life Eyes closed to us The sour past Ours is a plague that procreates Your womb bears witness To this tragic event I tremble with knowing Upon your light All for nought, all for nought! The darkness we serve was never kind My firstborn will surely be blind Surely, surely, surely! 04. Drink The Poetry Of The African Wretch
Bloodshed and other particulars of tyranny
Draped the scenes of our national affairs And mine was the spirit Where shadows etched their names Drink deep of this well And thy violent will be done In the Vale as it is in Hell Upon nobilities serving none Fearful hands thumb my codices of sedition Imprisoned in every valley To think one could outlive the regime And bury the heirs to thievery Alas, such happiness isn't for me Drink deep of this well And thy violent will be done In the Vale as it is in Hell Upon nobilities serving none The bile of souring climes feeds my throat And I hail decay and praise collapse Son of the moribund; my darkness is endless and deep To think I could outlive the regime And bury these whores to imperialism Such happiness isn't for me! 05. Terminus
All of whom
Have failed in their quest Feign concern At the passing of time Their cruelty depicts Acts of worry The burden lifts From their shoulders too late They are violent to themselves One night's disgrace A lifetime's complaint In this sturdy hour Hope here lies shaken Where dreams are confinements In this sturdy hour Oldest regret sustains The depth once within All of whom Have failed in their quest Feign concern At the passing of time The loss and the ruin Again and again In discourse that extends The silence again (silence again) They are violent to themselves One night's disgrace A lifetime's complaint Choices made To entirely expire Vanish and forget Violently retire In this sturdy hour Hope here lies shaken Where dreams are confinements In this sturdy hour Oldest regret sustains The depth once within Too late (again and again) Too late (In discourse extend) The burden lifts (silence again) Too late In this sturdy hour Hope here lies shaken Where dreams are confinements In this sturdy hour Oldest regret sustains The depth once within 06. At Evolution's End
We stand proud at evolution's end
We stand proud at evolution's end Once we believed Thus we achieved Mouths to soon force-feed Lungs from whence to wheeze Of men concerned with grief Over that muddy house of dreamless sleep They attach the pain to the skin Miseries to misremembered scenes Once we believed Thus we achieved Drained the plenty-cup Earthly wounds won't heal Hands that crafted kings To honor the greed within The great days of yore we hold To that all consuming fire And the trite words you'll sing once again Like the whore you and your mother've been And the seed that you sow once again For the war you and your father wage And the light inside all decadence Poured o'er the soulless expanse We stand proud at evolution's end We stand proud at evolution's end And the light inside all decadence Poured o'er the soulless expanse It was bright; shades of heavenly death The end of all ends had commenced Once we believed Thus we achieved Built our concrete tombs Capitalistic doom Nations inventing strife Upholding the demiurge Oldest regret sustains The depth once within |