Demiurg - Breath Of The Demiurg lyrics
Tracks 01. The Dreams Without End
02. Flesh Festival 03. City Of Ib 04. Monolithany 05. The Primitive Machinery 06. Orbiting A Dead Sun 07. Scorn Empire 08. Monolithany Pt. II 09. The Doom That Came To... 10. Sarnath (City Of Ib Pt. II) 01. The Dreams Without End
All that cannot be named the sweeping pest of dreams feverish yet so real
Sill never to flesh again I know you know it that familiar dread I know you fear it It comes to you in dreams and make you shiver That sick which has no point which only dwells inside to wreak its twisted havoc Upon your trembling soul These dreams without end that last forevermore These dreams without end starts this night The depths of utter hell, inside your very being Aeons countless converging into your soul 02. Flesh Festival
What's dead should dead still be not breeding the soil
Commanding spineless beings to do its abhorrent bidding At the flesh festival, where death and vermin breed Soulless creatures at the beck and call of filth Atrocious are the caverns where souls and maggots merge A swarming pool of wet the breeding ground of death Not still as the dust but crawling with sickened lust Creations subterranean awaiting the end of man Rising from the filth to enthrone their sickened reign 03. City Of Ib
For aeons countless in the city of Ib what dwelt and bred, in the city of Ib
Since aeons countless in the city of Ib what was slain and bled, in the city of Ib A breed descending, as old as moon and air Channelled by a vortex radiant as any star On shores unwalked unparallelled through aeons perfecting its unknown ways Indifference will conjure death upon the shores of Ib Carnal beings semimasters inhabitants of knowledge vast In their stone and towers the unknown still grows below Beneath the monolith giving head to the waning moon This breed of beings sprung from a world afar And then came death Atrocious destruction The filth of human hate And carnage stain 04. Monolithany
The shedding never came from larva to nothing more
Embryonic pains remain to struggle all too soon Monolithany The eulogy of nothing more than waste Caught inside the wheel and the wheel never stops Monotonous reprisal of all that never was but pain Such squandered hours all gone just like the years Such misery building up to feed the insanity 05. The Primitive Machinery
Indifferent to the process it still creates indifferent to the outcome it sill
Operates this wheel of doom and perpetual sickness turn I deem you demiurg lord of abominations And through forever it spews its sick the primitive machinery Perpetual breeding ground of disease the primitive machinery 06. Orbiting A Dead Sun
A new discovery upon the darkened waste above
Something fare beyond something dead and cold awakened I am so afraid this I knew before anyone else Such dead abhorrence raging through the ether Something far beyond will soon descend upon us The last planet at the end of existence 07. Scorn Empire
What's built will soon be gone destroyed by the scorndogs
The creations withered like sand they scatter for the wind No thing will ever last downfall arise So feeble in your quest all is vain forever Scorn empire live these last days in pain They will not last your creations will all die They cannot ever be more than a dream of forever Such scorned labour the one of creation 08. Monolithany Pt. II
It's just the same again the same boring refrain
Awaken not, dream of a hell all new Monolithany There's no end to reprisal Monolithany Remain in hell It's not the shedding hour it never comes This is only life on infernal repeat Vultures have more past than we will ever have They rip and tear the dead we just throw them away 09. The Doom That Came To...
A thousand years has passed such wealth and golden reign
A time of growth and no pain a thousand years has gone Such wealth and golden lies that time of growth amount to nothing but doom In towers once so stern upholding wisdom Where knowledge was enthroned they laugh as jesters A thousand years did pass and then came doom To sweep away the filth festering the soil Weeded from the ground torn away to give place for life Slaughtered no lays man cast to death for conjuring only spew 10. Sarnath (City Of Ib Pt. II)
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