I awaken to the darkness within this foul, decrepit place, six feet of earth my entombment. Blooming forth from these wretched ground, convulsing from pain, we proceed to perish those who buried us. Convulsing from pain of decay, I've never known a hunger such as this before, archaic hands outstretched in seek of living flesh. The world will be enveloped for we are many. In silence, we've risen. The dead stand side by side in mute. No longer will the world claim ignorance of all our names, knee deep in human waste, our hands and mouths full of innards. The walls of my confinement, no longer all I know. We walk, a thousand nameless remnants of the past. We walk, a thousand faceless remnants of the past. We walk with gruesome slowness in our every step. We crawl, flies consuming all we know (the animosity of the grave). Flies engulfing our loved ones, their flesh shall sustain this blasphemous life...hungering no more. We will hunger no more. Oh God, we will hunger no more. I awaken to the darkness within this foul, decrepit place, six feet of earth my entombment. I awaken to the darkness within this foul, decrepit place. Convulsing from pain of decay, six feet of earth a memory.
Track Name: In Suffering
Your image not forgotten, burns its place into memory. Your name, a burden that I speak, weighing heavily on my tongue. I would hope that the sunrise would bring your body close to mine. But it only brings the ties binding me to agony. In my despair, I denounce you, your flesh merely a product of my memory. Incisions buried deep within the warmth of your body. Close your eyes, the razor's kiss will bring you sleep. All I know is that your debts have been waiting to be repaid. I'm the reaper of your sins, I bask in cries of agony. Ignorance, the shackle that shall forever stay your feet. Embedded within your heart, I shall find the root of your lies. I have suffered. You have not suffered.
Track Name: All I've Offered
A legacy of sand is all that I have seen. Longingly, the dead reach for deserved glory. Bereft they are of wings (those their brothers once had). This future has been realized by my own blackened hands. So many lives I've consumed, as countless nights, I walk. The gleam of my now, slick blade, reflects against the night. I've become my God's tempest, beset upon this earth. My lungs no longer breathe life, merely a syndicate. All I've offered... Through my travels, I have bared through ice and snow. These pale eyes shall never reveal what they know. Vile and putrid is the aura I omit. I shall still sheeply follow. I am entombed within this flesh. On winds I ride; burnt offerings, I give. By these words, I'm comforted: death is the bringer of equality, making equal, those who suffer it. And all I've offered has still not been enough. "My lord," I cry whilst upon my scraped knees, "my sins shall not be unpardoned? I bear this curse as if it were my own. But still, I am your silent follower. Through my travels, I have bared through ice and snow. These pale eyes shall never reveal what they know. Vile and putrid is the aura I omit. I shall still sheeply follow.