Sacrificial Vein - Black Terror Genesis lyrics
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Tracks 01. The Blood Of The Wicked Shall Entomb The Earth
02. Throne Of Perversion 03. Rites Of Malignancy 04. Apparition 05. The Unbearable Stench Of Malediction 06. Cruciatum Aeternum 07. Abjection 08. Wombs Of Depravation 09. Nil 01. The Blood Of The Wicked Shall Entomb The Earth
Rend the sinews of the
Viscous simulacrum Separate And inspect what lies between (between) Serpentine coiling cords Gaze long into the glare Fibrous and fraying at the ends Betraying the hidden delights (delights) Wrapped claustrophobically tight Tear, Tear them away Where, where is the light Serpentine cords Fibrous and fraying Tear them away Where is the light Cut from bleeding cloth A Cursed wanderer Dragging self closer to realms A Maddening lurch Toward cloud drown lands Cut from cloth bleeding A Cursed wanderer Dragging self closer to realms endless Where is the light It no longer shines amidst this tomb Wretched each of us are Gods eyes are blind to me To thee A world of sinners and cowards alike Crawling like worms though carrion Unable to eat See now what perversion they mend the cloth What lies they gorge upon. Woe, woe, woe Is Me Where is the light? 02. Throne Of Perversion
Softly caress the sword
Run your tongue slow across the blade Let your blood sing it’s praise Worship it’s cutting edge Accept its gracious gifts Return just a little essence Supple flesh drawn red razor thin Gently parting Stretching ear to ear Accept it. Press it a little deeper into your flesh Tease it down to the bone Bite your lip and Let your eyes roll A little more ecstasy drips You’re sick Bloods tainted We need to get it out Give it more But there’s less than last time. Slide it in a little further And you’ll be a little closer Bite your lip and let your eyes roll You’re sick bloods tainted We need to get it out Give it more But there’s less than last time Pain is proof of devotion Don’t disappoint Honor with your essence. Softly caress the sword Run your tongue slow across the blade Let your blood sing it’s praise Worship it’s cutting edge Accept its gracious gifts Return just a little essence Gods eyes are blind to me To thee A world of sinners and cowards alike Crawling like worms through carrion Unable to eat Softly caress the sword Run your tongue slow across the blade Let your blood sing it’s praise Worship it’s cutting edge 03. Rites Of Malignancy
The husk will wither once more
Reborn you shall know of my arrival By the sounding of the bells The seas and sands of time collide Violently as to shake the slumbering Each god of old arise To retake a throne The deafening roar of the silent sea Drowning all mortals in madness Dormant dwellers now stir Called forth The rites of malignancy Commence Cancerous will be they A god blight called forth Worship with final breath Moments of ecstasy Snuffed short With elaborate suffering A moment of eternity Capturing the immensity Be still now The world is no longer yours to rule The husk will wither once more Reborn You shall know of my arrival by the sounding of the bells Marked by chaos’ apocalyptic seal You will know my name By the wailings of despair. The very essence of virtue dries before my step You will know death Wither once more in my presence Take heed blessed knower of doom For my name spells demise The swarm Unrelenting Threatens to black out the sky forever. 04. Apparition
[Instrumental]
05. The Unbearable Stench Of Malediction
Curse Fouled Breath Reeking
Speaking tongues known not to man Conscious Corners splinter Sickly Specters Lurking Edges of reality fracturing Diabolic overwhelming Cacophony They won’t silence sickening moldered tongues Cease! Let me be. Faintest shivered touch A tittering voice occupies a space between conscious thought What does it want?! Inescapable Effluvium Mind flushing Miasma The fetor of conscious decay Horrid is this Horrid is this hell Speaking tongues known not to man Sickly Specters Lurk Edges of reality fracturing Giving way to not but cacophony Dormant dwellers now stir A god blight called forth Worship with final breath Our father. Blessed be the bastard Just as bastards are we. Unloved From the dust Hated hearts within Fated life without Cacophonous 06. Cruciatum Aeternum
When the light goes out
When the flames die down They come with promises of storms on their lips The pendulum again swings heavy Striking Each Hour Deeper Despair The clockworks steady ticking company Counts down Don’t let it in Don’t listen to the whispers flittering betwixt The burgeoning glow Threatened by the cold Alone Growing over the mold in the corners lurch Where have the heavens gone How the Helpless these mewling echoes A nameless formless malevolence Recognized through instinct alone. Am I as evil as that which haunts Is it me beyond the veil? A warning? A promise? The clocks hour strikes later The end is nigh now Helpless these hands Which have wrung the threads of fate Only to wring blood from the frayed cloth Where has the light gone? A warning? A promise? The clocks hour strikes ever later Yet the the end is nigh now The end is nigh A nameless formless malevolence Recognized through instinct alone I am that which is beyond the veil I am the evil which haunts 07. Abjection
[Instrumental]
08. Wombs Of Depravation
The swarm unrelenting
threatens to black the sky The forest grows darker still the great beasts which stalk grow ever bolder The glow of their eyes in the growing gloom Betray their lurking forms Wicked with dagger like teeth The suns inextricable swallowing Now never again to pierce the sky. Light bearers rejoice atop newfound thrones The rivers again bloodied Sallow eyed servants draw the taint Those who must brave the gloom Lest greater still misfortune is to follow Abject horrors to suffer subjective text Which scrawls their existence in blood Depraved ramblings are they. How short lived it is. The ghosts of the past will not sleep Nor haunt But stare idly and oddly Not haunt But stare idly and oddly The seas and sands of time Collide as to shake the slumbering The pendulum creaking Keeping maddening consistency Striking each hour deeper despair We’ve lost our way The map is blank The laughter of the dark one consumes My name is the wailings of despair. The lightbearers lament Now black out the sky forever The ghosts of the past will not sleep Nor haunt But stare idly and oddly 09. Nil
[Instrumental]
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