Full Of Hell - Weeping Choir lyrics
Tracks 01. Burning Myrrh
02. Haunted Arches 03. Thundering Hammers 04. Rainbow Coil 05. Aria Of Jeweled Tears 06. Downward 07. Armory Of Obsidian Glass 08. Silmaril 09. Angels Gather Here 10. Ygramul The Many 11. Cellar Of Doors 01. Burning Myrrh
Six trees sit beneath six arches.
In a glass wrought armory, obsidian. Scavenging for firelight, hobbling. In the ruins of a pillory, crumbling. Heart moved like dead leaves, Run raw with intolerance. Sand bubbling to glass, Time spent in aberrance. Cavern is empty Doorway is shut Land is in love Mingled with grief A billowing cataract on a long polished gem. Joints scream, stone boils from within. A Silmaril clutched underneath permafrost. Machines whirr, lonely dig belies the cost. A sigh of vapor rises amongst floral haze. Haunted arches resting soft betwixt their gaze. Cavern is empty, cold without meaning Doorway is shut, forever sealed Land is in love, heart moved like dead leaves Mingled with grief, union of aching Weeping ghost. Living warmth. Glowing blind. Pit of despair... 02. Haunted Arches
A looming barge, a sea of fog
A candle soaked indefinitely Weathered tower clawing out Rattling at the worlds throat Where you fell, so I am Where you fall, I will be A whispering hiss from tail to head, tumult and disease Within the wake at the center of the fountain A seething rage and blooming distrust ever mounting A looming barge, a candle soaked Weathered tower rattling Where you fell, where you fall A whispering hiss from tail to head Clawing out from the center of the lid A bastard coil, bolts of lightning long distilled A light refracted, smoldering prism of my heart Gazing inward, Gordian Knot so unbelieved No time to forget before all is forgotten 03. Thundering Hammers
Thundering hammers, Christ's lovers
Veins of fluorite, fold over fold Ore woven, band upon stone Hands of man, undone He shall give angels charge Over thee to keep thee In all thy ways, ever always Crime on humanity Crime of insanity A lonely spirit eats the heart of the mountain Hallways echo endless of past ages conflict Imperceptible movement shapes all A vicious heat melting death into life Crimes on humanity Crimes of insanity Crimes on humanity Crimes of insanity Weeping onto thundering hammers Begging before Christ's lovers Eating the heart of the mountain The melting of death into life A crime on humanity A crime of insanity 04. Rainbow Coil
Your head is a radio for speaking to God
05. Aria Of Jeweled Tears
Thief of one thousand names, whisperer
The stepless step, the gateless gate Diamond jewel perched inside the mind's eye, within reach The raining fire, the stinging warmth You're clawing your way to heaven, but where is your soul? Praise! Pierced by a thousand arrows reduced to carbon atoms Joy! You're probing for weakness, an unwelcome lover Praise! Grasping at a heat you will never understand Joy! Hurtling violently towards the sun Hurtling violently towards the sun Hurtling violently towards the sun Hurtling violently towards the sun Fallen thief of one thousand names Diamond jewel perched inside the mind's eye 06. Downward
Like a blind tern
Its flight is caged, its wings are weighted and drawn Like highs with low ends Peaking resplendence before a downward spiral Like an old oak It swells and dries with the turn of the seasons Like a sneaking boar Digs through the layers of loam and of dirt and time For the jewel of a jewel of a jewel So does the weeping mother probe her clutch Like an old worn oak beam swells and dries In the wetness and the turn of the seasons So does flesh Your corpse laid out like a fouled white sponge Clumps of muscle and skin freed from the shame of being you It's not enough to succeed when others must fail A dry heaving circus of inhumanity Like the sneaking boar with a haunch packed with lead Digs through layers of loam and dirt for the jewel of a jewel For the jewel of a jewel of a jewel So does the weeping mother probe her clutch Miracle boon of the muddy banks 07. Armory Of Obsidian Glass
Cavern of dreams
Gnashing walls Leaning obtuse Crushing - gripping Built up for millennia A prison beyond death Memorial fog Thicker than mud A whimper refracts As a howl Sightless obsidian Wallowing armory Sightless obsidian Wallowing failure Beyond the door are many doors Beyond the window are many windows They will always be locked and sealed There will always be a defeat Cavern of dreams Gnashing walls Sightless obsidian Wallowing failure Beyond the door are many doors Beyond the window are many windows 08. Silmaril
Secrets in the permafrost
Trouble in the barrens A brilliant glass An eye of treasure Thee old wisdom Unloving The truth, a piston through your skull A steel bolt through your frontal lobe Like a rope is reaching down A dawn sapling is reaching up What was wrought is unwrought What was made now unmade The truth, a piston through your skull A steel bolt through your frontal lobe Humanity's step unbidden In god's iron clutch An eraser to your soul A smudge across aeons "All goes onward and outward. All collapses." Wondrous upheaval 09. Angels Gather Here
Gutters swell with the fruit of loose flesh
The flowering perfume of gored halos Dead language between burning stars, deciphered Eternal rapture, eternal rapture Gutters swell with the fruit of loose flesh The flowering perfume of gored halos Dead language between burning stars, deciphered Eternal rapture, eternal rapture Eternal rapture Eternal rapture They're laying their treasures up in heaven The beauty, there was no decay They're laying their treasures up in heaven The beauty, there was no decay 10. Ygramul The Many
Noxious fugue harming
Vermilion fog mending Flaccid weight crushing Bearing down slowly Like a corpse rotting Smoldering prism speaking Whispering lore, untruths Scrambling signals Circuits unwinding Your heart is a wellspring of hatred Errors embedded As the gears slow to a stop Unbound like a broken black egg Do you see the hand upon my hand? It is not my own Empathy released Your heart is a wellspring of hatred 11. Cellar Of Doors
Driven by vagaries to the bottom
Sage lifts burning at both ends A mortar grinding into a pestle Overflowing with transmuted gold Keyless passage A hall of arches All doors refracting doors Like a lachrymose reliquary A shadow swallows a rusty claymore Ebbing down into hues of red light Filling a black cellar with no exit Like a drape of blood Filling the cellar like a drape of blood With my mouth agape I swallow it all |