Tyranny - Tides Of Awakening lyrics
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Tracks 01. Coalescent Of The Inhumane Awareness
02. Sonorous Howl From Beyond The Stars 03. Upon The War-Torn Shape Of Cold Earth 04. In The Arcane Clasp Of Unwritten Hours 05. Entreaties To The Primaeval Chaos 01. Coalescent Of The Inhumane Awareness
In my dreams, sinking into cold depths
Dragged downwards the bottomless by the oppressive weight of water Through this languid hour of ever yawning abyss I journey the expanse of R'lyeh The listless chant, crippling my thoughts Calling from below, echoing in the Cyclopean Halls of green-veined stone Loathsome in its redolence of spheres and dimensions Unearthly aesthetic in disturbing ways With malicious intent the Sleepers lies Undying in dormancy with the will to arise And the stars are key, slowly turning in the lock Grinding in awakening motion In my dreams, sinking into cold depths Heeding an ancient clarion unbeknown to me Through this languid hour of ever yawning abyss Return to the ancient R'lyeh 02. Sonorous Howl From Beyond The Stars
Obscured by falling moon ghoul-haunted black catacombs prowl in Ashen deserts
As the sands stir uneasy with the cold of abysmal winds Howling from nether-gulfs and from the onyx monuments of Subterranean unholy caverns Nighted winds of prehuman times still burdened with eerie voices of Antediluvian aeons Horrid ululations, echoes of precambrian dawn Discordant keening without meaning or rhyme Indescribable howl of the tunes to which dance the formless idiot gods Vast majestic sidereal fabric of universe resounds to the clarion Echoes of creation Echoes of before the beginning of time From before the throne of Nuclear Chaos 03. Upon The War-Torn Shape Of Cold Earth
Bleak solar glow blind eye of the sun
Abandoned in the sky seeking to pass the withering earth Lost in its are as the horizons bend in inverse motion And the dying earth groans stretching in war-torn shape Strange images trailed in the dust Oceans are a mire growing with ancient stones Weed-grown bones of the older earth reaching from the churning Swamp Star fire of putrescent hues linking the spheres Expanses of space compromised by the ageless glyphs The gate yawns to black nebulae Corpse palloured ancient suns Space faring comets Teeming with inhuman life Cold earth turns unheeding 'midst the fire of nameless stars Cold earth turns unheeding on black timeless gulfs afar 04. In The Arcane Clasp Of Unwritten Hours
Like a bliss of malaise this tainted air compels me
The unwrit hours pass again unheeded Stillness, like a cold vengeance, no life shifts Grey ghost painted to the halls of ennui Falling dust weaves bleary torpid scenes through a bleak day In this drifting miasma sore eyes staring through the weary schemes Of death Strain of a stranger will bound me from within Grip devoid of strength and the weight of dying stone Forlorn, torn wisps of malady seethe... and entrance me This picturesque scene fragile or so it seems, still unchanging beyond Endurance. Vagrant shadows tire of motion and abandon the empty halls Harvesting the decay of the centuries past Arcana of darkest kind this bleary sentiment unceasing like lying Awake without will dreaming without dawn. And the strength slowly drains, lay still and cease in the strenuous grasp of sloth. 05. Entreaties To The Primaeval Chaos
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