Tyranny - Aeons In Tectonic Interment lyrics
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Tracks 01. Sunless Deluge
02. A Voice Given Unto Ruin 03. Preparation Of A Vessel 04. The Stygian Enclave 05. Bells Of The Black Basilica 01. Sunless Deluge
Hammer of the ages fell on me
Ringing the air Around the arches looming above Roots of the World Stratas of earth press around me a Cascade of subterranean animosity A thousand leagues upon me from fathomless deep below a Strained, subdued gasp Faltering light bled from the world Darkness seeps from the deep corners From mortar mized of marrow and blood Corridors frrozen in rictus of horror Draining the black ichor of the earth Enldess dungeon Consuming burden Monolithic pulse Hammering below The depths echo, a thunderous beat Driving on the boiling night Ethereal torrent wash awareness away A cavernous breath in fathomless deep 02. A Voice Given Unto Ruin
Astride the leagues of ash
Wind-driven thousand dunes I raised a totem against the sky Weeping a torrent of ash A pillar of thousand skulls Rearing towards the sky I howled into the wind until my voice dried my throat hoarse lips cracked on the words The sand filled my eyes Quenched my thirst Murmured of secrets I inhaled the timeless lore I tasted of nameless monuments Worn to wind-borne dust The salt of inhuman monoliths Distilled of antediluvian seas Tang of blasphemous altars Seeped in oceans of blood Conflagration of wisdom Incinerates the self A greater knowledge bestowed Assumed a guise of ancestral Mantled in ancient ways Wind rose from the east drove the dunes due west made a way for me to pass I gathered debris of the past to be recast in a truer form secret history of the world I shed my blood for mortar Bled dry under accusations of the sun blackened husk of a hollowed ruin enduring beyond demise A sum of eroded relics Interred into obscurity made whole again a thousand catacombs yawn primordial hysteria dawn the Void within Domus Mundi Recast shapes of forgotten past where untold centuries remain writhing in wordless disdain 03. Preparation Of A Vessel
I held aloft two chalices
Cast them together A prepared cauldron A dormant offering Stirred into motion ravenous awakening bubbling dissolute equilibrium all-hungering effluvium in reduced essential salts I traced hateful mandalas afflictions arose from the boiling sea clotted in oil of aegean ancestry amidst the cloying clouds I plunged my whitened hands steeped in thickening bile into elusive intangible shapes I forced the formless into a form amassed the amorphous tenfold molded into being shackled to my will I bided my time and the moon withdrew while the shrouded form quivered and grew in a ritual circle of blazing heat vessel of iron for altar of skin coated in shredded flesh running red I draw the knife from its sheath 04. The Stygian Enclave
In my footsteps and furtive tread
The galleries awoke with sound Echoed the unspoken words Dead litanies drip from the walls Black language laden with venom Syllables best left unuttered They are woven from the marrow of night under the Monstrous pall of unguessable ages weathered and beaten from aeons long gone centuries beyond centuries they etched into the stone Voice from the earth Echo of the depths in Eternal discourse, Remains To Abyss, they call Choked with dust and shadow Embrasures seethe unseen suddenly revealed, Visageless effigies seemed to shrink from the light Mouths frozen open, eyes staring blind Flickering bleeds into the shapes Wrack the immovable with motion Thousand arms reach from the darkness Light-drawn from suggestion caught between movement Resolving after I pass The light grows dim, the hours late but the passages before me stretch I move in naught but intent, reduced to dust a shadow cast by no light 05. Bells Of The Black Basilica
Bound of Black Rings in the Waiting Dark
Tongues Hanging from Open Maw Prowling Through Inestimable Time Half-alive with Emanations of the Primordial Chime Contained within Corroded Tombs Black Susurration scrape the Blistered Halls Expectant and Hungry, Coaxing the Sound of Decaying Elements in Unraveling Snarls Intense, the Quickening Strike Unwound Resonant to the Cosmic Coaxial Turn Approaching Paroxysm of Funeral Knell Star-shorn, Star-born, Matter Reform Their Tones Beat in an Empty Chest In a Billowing Gale of Ground Bone Withering Clouds borne on the Leaden Wind They Howl through the Hollowed Throat Iron-wrought, tempered in gore, Iron-tongued, clarion of hate sonorous they call for abject bathyal thrall Cascading notes, their black tongues speak atonal syllables suffuse the sky Acid-etched, sigilled of death, this virulent arcana Ring the bells of the black basilica Tectonic oath, abysmal hail A cauldron, core, furnace spawn |