Peccatum
The Moribund People
1. The Moribund People
The broken minds are for the mad
They say
And shun it like a dog astray
I know nothing of such a lie
And neither did he
Blessed be the unmasked enemy
Of the righteous content mass
Some suffer to the point
Where they grow numb
Where they grow numb
Others are so numb
They deserve to suffer
He wrote his life in blood
Reaching for a star beyond
Which I, the writer, do not know
What was - is - or shall become
Where he showed courage I saw shame
As I mirrored him in the common eye
Of the herd
Little did I know
That when the world turns its monstrous head
Away
It reveals such an incredibly lonely place
Where all is too much, too little
Too much, too much
Some suffer to the point
Where they grow numb
Where they grow numb
Others are so numb
They deserve to suffer
2. A Penny's Worth Of Heart
One is looking away
Another has walked far astray
The flock is gasping their laugh
They seem to believe
Their petty hearts are not black holes
I see a penny's worth of heart
To bathe them in
The very same nightmare
I drown
To bleed the words
That cut like razor blades
And sing
Show me the truly strong
Who needs to mirror his strength
In the broken
The daily charade
Of portioned out compassion
Who dares to know himself in another
To tie a gallows rope
Of mockery and spite
For the dawn
To breath the air
Of night, of rain
Of solitude
3. For All Those Who Died
[Bathory cover]
For all those who cried aloud
But whose tears were never heard
For questioning one almighty father
Of a heavenly distanced world
Beloved thee who submit
The holy writings assured
The golden cross stained with innocent blood
But stand yet a thousand heavenward
Burning naked but smiling
Not full of fear but pride
Knowing death alone could cleanse them
Of the reasons for which they all die
For all those who died
For all those whose great beauty
Stirred their tortures to rage
And for all those whose great ugliness
Did the same
For all those who cried aloud in vain
For mercy on the rack
But whom of dying naked in scorn
Not ashamed
Burning naked but smiling
Not full of fear but pride
Knowing death alone could cleanse them
Of the reasons for which they all died
For all those who died
Pleas for mercy signs of guilt
Naked bodies broken on the wheel
Tears sign the confession
With crusted blood lips sealed
Trial by water
All music and words written and performed by Ihriel and Ihsahn, except: drums by Jarle Havras,
Track 3 written by Quorthon (R.I.P.)/Bathory and used by permission of Black Mark.
Recorded and mixed at Symphonique Studio by Ihriel and Ihsahn.
Mastered at Strype Audio by Tom Kvalsvoll.
Lyrics in plain text format
