Imindain
And The Living Shall Envy The Dead
1. Buried Room
And the sun explodes, as it did before...
...and shadows left again to reveal our soul
We burn as tinder, fly apart like leaves
Girders, twisted spires...
Like hands to heaven...
If dust was gold, we would be kings...
Ten thousand crucified, against a raging sky
With lowly chorus that shakes the ground
We bemoan our woes, as discordant sound
Our hair in clumps, our skin marble grey
Our teeth they loosen... and they fall away
The horizon enraged, from the left to the right
Glowing like the coals, against a cancer sky
(We hold in embrace
Each other to the end
In our buried room
We lie in fitful dream...)
2. Nausea
Eyes in sockets
Face in contortion
Hands in stasis
Still bleeding...
Still breathing...
Skin in ribbons...
Still breathing...
Shattered huddles in rags...
Seared ghostlike
Where they stood
Eyes burned away
Buckets of wedding rings
Cities of burning hell
Children are burning...
Hold me as we burn
Let me see the flames
Let us be washed away
We shall be this place
3. Black Water
A black figure
Of some form strange
Front or back
I cannot tell...
A hand is raised
As five candles
Of resplendent bluish flame
It leaks black water
The bricks are black
And a heavy haze
The floor is full
With broken blood
And so many!
In Carbonised rigor!
Of Greyest ash!
A beautiful monument!
And so many!
In Carbonised rigor!
Of Greyest ash!
A beautiful monument!
4. The Curse of Knowing and Becoming
My walls are bleeding
Windows are boarded
Rats in the walls...
Are talking at me...
My eyes are black
When they close
They see what I see
They know...
To know is to become...
I am changing now...
A chrysalis of form
This is the curse...
The cold fear!
Eyes in every fissure!
They see me!
They are my eyes!
5. Men Shall Become Vessels
I know them sounds...
Scratching from beyond
Beyond the ancient gate...
From a time past
There are spheres...
Realms of black madness
Of howling and screams...
Feeding on corporeality.
Amorphous eldritch forms
Hissing obsidian scales
Tenticular ancient thrashings
A maddening abode
There are fissures...
Cracks to the beyond
Keys and doors...
Portals and men
Unknown terrors...
Unimagined pleasures
Men shall be vessels
To carry the old ones
To walk among us
Like wolves among the flock...
6. This Empty Flesh
A million-fold live in desperation
And wth sunken pits for eyes...
And souls washed away
To reveal the grey
Ashen hues for all the days...
Each alone in crowded rooms
Ashen cries in plastic tombs
Each of us alone now
Each of us to face our end
Theres no love
No selfless need
Yet here were are to each we bleed
We are but driftwood
Upon oceans...
Emotion is illusion
To quiet the soul
Emotion is illusion
To quiet the soul!
We fool ourselves with the lies
Empty platitudes and fallacy
Each alone - disconnected
We lay in pastures and fields
Of loneliness and silent tears
Theres no love
No selfless need
Yet here were are to each we bleed
Theres no love
No selfless need
Yet here were are to each we bleed
Theres no love
No selfless need
Yet here were are to each we bleed
Theres no love
No selfless need
Yet here were are to each we bleed
You are all lost
A fallacy of intent
No selfless quality
Deceive yourselves no longer!
Deceive yourselves no longer!
Deceive yourselves no longer!
You are stark in my eyes!
In my eyes!
In my eyes!
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