...And Then It PassesThe distance it allows at first
The change is felt through the air
The mother of nature speaks discontently
As death tends to whisper defiance
Thinks it's surprising, fully expected
Heavily unwelcomed, purposely unhidden
There to accommodate
AbigorO most luscious cenobite,
you wield your whip
as though it were another appendage;
Favor me with pleasure-pain,
rip me with your claws
Chew me with your saw-toothed cunt
Dead eyes alive with darkness to match their sockets,
Adeste InfidelisOh come all ye unfaithful
Decaying and wretched
To this cradle of impiety
To lay your impure heads
Fare thee well
Or fare thee ill:
One way or another
AngelskingardenTouched by Jeqon
The inciter
Well-rounded woman flesh
Doth tempt
The angels of the watch
To sin
And their sons are
Nephilim
Back To The Wormsimagine every living thing
forever accompanied
by an alter dimensional being
phantom pain brought on by
the wounding of each individual's
extracorporeal entity
in this violent day and age
we greatly fear their coming rage
Bound DeadI can still see the light,
I can still feel its presence,
While you, withdraw it from me.
Within, this casket, I lie in wait, to be unleashed.
Disposed of, and left to rot, I am now, your "center piece."
Lies, have lead me down this road in the dark of night.
Truth, will unhinge these doors and lead blinded men to sight.
CarrionshineAfter the fire, their bodies at rest
Beyond mere blood, beyond mere breath:
Their terror summons the vapours of fright
A mating call to things of the night
The things they'll become after they die
Have called to us before their time:
The dark horse of dreams has brought them here
Cleansing The HostsLed to the family by the Lord
I had no choice but to overtake
The Mother's role
But that little one was always testing me
Allowing others to question my authority
She was guiding them towards a life of sin
I decided she could burn if she wanted to
But I wasn't going to let her take the others with her
Cold Hate, Warm BloodLate last night at rest with my mate
I'm visited by a victim of hate
A spectoral group, yet they're one and the same
They would never live
Nor would they have a name
A baby too young to walk or to talk
Rocked to sleep with a big, heavy rock
Becomes a tot with a baleful glare
Dead And DrippingMatriarchal piety disturbed at their
Vespers.
Sisterly society feels the stifling whispers...
Anger of the dead-at-sea denied proper
Interment,
Dumped overboard summarily, washed down
In a current.
Endless CemeteryBeneath a shawl of midnight silence
A howling blackness
Where all is remade in necromorphosis
Asleep in human remains
Worn from the stones
Elegiac words
Recounting hopes
Equivalent EquilibriumBare my teeth in a fit of stability
Cling to level ground
Balancing ability
Side with the positive
More and more progressively
Scale the negative mountain
Always seem to loose my foothold
Graves Of The FathersSextons of the churchyard
Have seen unblessed things;
Ground no longer hallowed
Has sprouted new graves.
Descendants of clan
That unsurped maternity
hear whispers in their blood;
Ill EnderThese tears are only empty vessels
Raining down upon this
Ill hopless bloodstained terrain
I once hoped to strive here
I never thought I'd die here
Pain gives them strength
They laugh and watch my breakdown
Weep as I may screaming in fright
In AbeyanceBoom
I was promised a utopia
I’ve been silenced and isolated
Cast aside human garbage
Tortured monotonous futile existence
Another day, yet another pointless trip
Back and forth to and fro
Never ending sardonic dreams
In The Kingdom Where Everything Dies, The Sky Is MortalWe are...
We are aware that we are:
We are breathing...
This is our present exhalation
(and) then comes inspiration
...wait for it...
For thee, mortals, a cataclysm
Keeping The Cadaver Dogs BusyWe who end lives with a wink and a smile
And a song in our hearts and a twinkling eye
Do so with a noble purpose in mind:
To thin out the rabble of humankind
We are never where you think
We'll be
The shadow underneath your sink
Lascivious UndivineYou're mine
Blinded my your presence
Obsessed with your essence
Eternally focused about you
Don't you know that you are mine
Just another picture please
Just another taste
I have spent countless hours admiring you
LoatheApprenticeship to my duty
Learner of a higher magnitude
A scholar at producing pain
Don't forget to include
A masters in brutality
Enjoy to be, my next fatality
Some call me a fiend
Mutant ChristAbobinated, tiny god of mine
Overseeing my rest, my lust, my life
Torched in hatred
Loved in Horror sublime
Almost formless
Darkened, and yet you shine
My Prodigal SunReach at the unreachable
Futile attempts
It's succumbed to its own laws
Rise and falls
Like building blocks
Pick 'em up
Knock 'em down
OminousOfficer you have to believe me
I didn't kill my wife
Please settle down sir just start from the beginning
And tell us what happened to Sophie
Our baggage was packed tight the essentials were gathered and prepared
This was the Honeymoon trip we had been planning for months
Skinny-dipping in the hot springs of the Kootenay Rockies that was her dream
Open Face SurgeryI've learned to control my thoughts
ever since I recognized the first eavesdropper:
those who listen in on my thoughts,
my logic, my sanity
I cannot let them know I don't know
the verses, or converse in my head:
lash out at future foes,
Praise The FilthThe perfect light, the ideal spot
A few quick filters another shot
Focused intent gets all the likes
The brand is all the brand makes right
Silent moments surrounded by all
In the limelight life is showcased tall
The euphoric feeling of making connections
The continous obsession of attention
Red-Skinned ScapegoatShackled and confined within this tiny cell
I await punishment for a crime I did not commit
Flies and rats accompany me here.
The bars gleam moist with condensation
As I sit throughout my last sunrise.
This tiny island was called Admiral when I first arrived
Resurgence Of An EmpireWithin these words, I'll hide the contempt for the purpose I serve.
Silently, I withhold my resolve, and pursue, while my dignity dissolves,
A bit more everyday...
I'll hold on to the end, and fight my resentment.
You see, I have succumbed, in order to complete, what must be done.
Stand tall, to keep faith and fight.
ShroudWe'll save your children
Follow this illuminated line
This light that's held before you
Enshrined beneath this glare
Straight eye stare
Roped in, ensnared
Lost will of yours
Slipped past you
Slit Your GutsPardon, please, the narrow
Confinement of your limbs;
Unfortunately, it's necessary
For your correction;
Shriek to your heart's
Content, if you wish;
I promise you pain and
Nightmares, in that sequence.
Soar And Envision Sore VisionSavagely beguiled of courage
Not equipped for determination
Needed for your journey
Not sure if you were
Thrown in or shit out
The way you see it is the way it is
Maybe not the way it's supposed to be
The Curse Of The GreatKnow ye not (Have ye forgotten?)
your place in the earth?
We know (as we've always known)
(that) there can be no place
for such as ye
upon our blameless, benighted earth
The breath of the dead
The Frantic Pace Of DyingThey are living candles
And we will watch them burn
Their frantic pace of dying
Is so hard to maintain
Into the arms of solace you go:
(we sing the screams of men:)
The HeadsmenEradicate them all now.
We, we have been far too lenient,
But your torment must suffice,
Worthless years of achievements,
Have lead us to this sacrifice.
Annihilate the chosen
The Pestilence That Walketh In Darkness"Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night
For the arrow that flieth by day
For the pestilence that walketh in darkness
For the destruction that wasteth at noonday
A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand
At thy right hand: but it shall not come nigh thee
Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold
And see the reward of the wicked."
The PlaguedSave, me from, this pain, which you,
Have crafted, throughout years of hate.
Your endless greed, is astonishing.
It swallowed, your life, and your goals,
It tampered with, your entire soul.
You have sacrificed, the benefits of what's been sewn,
The Righteous LostOpen arms are eager to deceive you
I prey on the prayers of the meager
I strive to sow the weak I yearn for their sorrow
These easy targets I seek I plan to hollow
It's your painful stories that I adore
I absorbe them all, and I still dig for more
Please place another dollar in the till
As I dig deeper through your pointless swill
White WormsIt's almost night
The clouds are streaked with violet
And the moon is bright
Banish your innocence
There is no breeze
Disquiet lurks in silence
By this place of power
Worship Your DemonsPlead
To be released in your void,
Which has consumed us far too many times before.
We promised ourselves that we wouldn't succumb (to this dissonance).
This fractured state,
Has engulfed our sense, of worth.
And our sense of reality.