Benediction
The Grand Leveller
1. Vision In The Shroud
Skin absorption, mystical poison.
Vanished life, bequeathed.
Knock on coffin, shallow burial.
Emerge enslaved, commands obeyed.
Vision in the shroud, effect of curare.
Silence gives consent, killing which you bear.
Face rivers of tears - slave to kill.
Slow grab for soil - uncontrollable will.
Moving the earth - arising from the ground.
Choking unpleasantness - a gurgling sound.
Staggering around, catatonic hellish dance.
Animation fades, into hypnotic trance.
Held back from the gorge, your spirit bound in chains.
Death cannot be reached, (with the) curare in your veins.
Homage to your master, destiny controlled.
Sorrow at your fate, no feelings felt, this story untold.
2. Graveworm
My corruption, it worsens. The worms dig deeper.
Pit of mental anguish. This casket locking me within.
In my own stench of darkness. Conscious returns.
I hear their movement. Enter the graveworm.
CRAWL!
Feel every mastication, piercing the rib cage, the undead man.
A judgment unjust?
Consume my vital last look.
Of existence I've known, now be eaten undead.
Trapped, unmoving in black. Terror rips through my brain.
Seeking rot for sustenance. Fall upon my face, a living squirming - rain.
Cacophony of consumption a thousand hungered mouths gorge - themselves.
On decomposite skin, no screaming out, I'm devoured within.
GRAVEWORM!
Eat of flesh, a graveful fear.
Picked clean to the bone, tortured tomb...... I lie alone.
3. Jumping At Shadows
It had to be done!
Conspiring web, killing me, the end.
Let me haunt you, a chilling tale.
Street cracks feed. Spilt blood bleeds.
Perhaps we "meet someday, when I get blown away.
Bringing forth the light, evil at twilight.
Bloody family.
Darkened death.
An absolute, depravity
If a weak linkage found, eliminate.
Hear the cities fearful roar."
"Hello from the gutters of the city, filled with vomit, stale wine, urine
and blood. Greetings from the roaches that feed upon the blood of all my
victims. I appreciate your interest in me, but now I asked...What of your
children?"
Out to silence me.
Bloodied family.
Now I sleep.
The city weeps.
["" taken from letters sent by David Berkowitz, The Son Of Sam]
4. Opulence Of The Absolute
Attain the supreme divisions of faith.
Universal forms, your destiny is safe.
Control of your senses, from freedom to delusion.
Spiritual realization, convinced of your lord's opulence.
Engage yourselves in devotion, dwell in your masters kingdom.
"You are supreme master of birth, death and fear"
Your embodied souls, battles with material world.
Spiritual planets for you await, eternal but a blissful grave.
5. Child Of Sin
In my parent's eyes, I'm a child of sin.
Black sheep of the family, blessed be insanity.
Down with the lambs, up with the lark.
Run to bed my children now, before it gets dark.
Family life, forbidden to find.
Searching her love, within the black depths of a septic mind.
Barred from my mother's love, please let me in.
I was born unto a child of sin.
A child of sin - her love becomes my lust.
Raped my own kin - mother ashes to dust.
Bearing no marks of evil, blamed for my acts of mercy.
Come lay you down upon the bed, my imagination of your severed head.
The dead loved parents, and the deviant son.
Family life now that we are one.
Is this the confused mind of a boy?
Or does a oreature lurk within?
Am I possessed by eternal entities?
Or are my urges born of my own fears?
Mother mutilation!
Witness malign grin, born unto a vicious child of sin.
6. Undirected Aggression
Your life means nothing.
Parting isn't such sweet sorrow.
Dripping with hate.
Words from the inner soul.
Realization of my ways.
Evidently unapparant.
Ignominous behaviour.
Physically repulsed by you.
Tormentation of emotion.
Occupy my every thought.
Freezing you, my infliction.
So cold that you will burn.
Excruciating pain you learn.
Mutual hate - on this vastitude of fate.
Only one stands to win.
Let the murdering begin.
Now you suffer.
Amongst all ye children now.
Cowards die often.
I will not let things lie.
Demise architecht.
This grudge will infect.
7. Born In A Fever
Fired anticipation, burns within me.
Revealed in illness, at infancy.
Whispering Jack, born in a fever.
Twice as sharp as a butcher's cleaver.
Aesthetic blade, let death be quick.
Gaslit street, a butchers trick.
Whispering Jack, born in a fever.
Twice as sharp as a butcher's cleaver.
Your mind is bled, hunger's been fed.
Every woman's body par', to some it's meat, to me it's art.
I've taken my need, left her my seed.
Autumn of terror, white chapel homicides.
Addiction for suffering, for all the whores that died.
"...I send you half the kidney I took...the other I preserved...I may
send the bloody knife that took it out, if only you wait a while longer"
Reveling at Lustmord, the second part of me.
Foreplay with a scalpel blade, my sexual activity.
Whispering Jack, born in a fever.
Twice as sharp as a butcher's cleaver.
Aesthetic blade, let death be quick.
Gaslit street, a butchers trick.
["" taken from letters sent by Jack the Ripper]
8. Grand Leveller / Senile Dementia
Sinister are the ways of life.
Tortures made to scar the mind.
This evil is an existance.
Man cannot serve two masters.
Head to the grindstone.
Sharpen your soul.
Pierce the shell - confound the shadow.
Refrain the urge - to cast off the mask.
Earthly subugation - your souless husk remains.
Desecreation brings joy.
Awaken to sufferance.
Blinded by black light.
New pains to rev`el.
Bathe in misery's eye.
Death, the grand leveller.
Summer of hate - winter of pain.
Bathe yourself in a burning rain.
Mental alienation, I slowly slip away.
Retrogression of the mind, delerious decay.
Unhinged from reality, isolated world.
Unhinged from my past life, mentally disturbed.
Cell deterioration, abandoned memory.
Dilation of the brain, a living lunacy.
Can you smell the madness?
I have the right to die.
It's in my age syndrome.
Now life's precious dream.
Is just rheumatic bone.
Euthanasia
9. Return To The Eve
[Cover of Celtic Frost song]
Dreaming eyes, hope to return
As shadows fall, onto distorted paths
Delivered from the fetters of light
Drifting back to my reality
Subconscious depreates the day
In the twilight of my own intellect
Dull is my mind, Captive of illusion
Remain awake, Is just dust!
(.."Take my soul away into the dark, dreaming 1000 morbid dreams, no tomorrow
when the wind caresses my mind, could I ever return..it would be my Doom..")
Obsessed by the nightmare's sound
Drifting back into the realms of chaos
Reality has become my dream
I'll be covered by the abyss ground
..Endless fall, Memories in the light
frontiers of chaos, Return to the EVE...
BENEDICTION:
Peter Rew - Guitar
Paul Adams - Bass
Dave Ingram - Vocals
Ian Treacy - Drums
Darren Brooks - Guitar
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