Plant a seed into an, open scar Turn into, something, beautiful Hold it up to eternity Find virtues hidden in the leaves Light the pitch to see through the dark Move quickly, it won’t carry far Break the tether, imbue the sun To grasp for some clarity of mind The subdued fist Just for the sake of it Tired of waiting A shared existence links everything ~ It’s all so cavalier Deprived of thought Bleeding the lines Dividing reality Breathe in the dirt, its caustic The scathing silence is deafening Living a life (lie), through the untold A lull, break into a run Wait to wake up and disappear Misshapen and wretched you preach The pendulum shifts Causing existence to blink, and fold Sing to its memory Eroding ties of dust Fuelling the cyclical Sweeping the tome Lifting a hand up~ The match is struck, now here we are Blood on your hands and your face You’ve been here before Endured Peeling the life away They hold out their hands, you don’t care You block the light, demand that they crawl Laying awake in the folds You wait on the world A weight on your soul What are you looking for in life. Wait for the seasons to sing To unveil the secrets they bring A beautiful truth, felled from up above The pendulum swings Taking as much as it brings Furrowed Carved deep to snuff out the stars The litany everlasting, so~ Why are you waiting on the world Confront the metaphysical The blood from your head knots your hair~ You’ve been here before Echoed, testament to what we endure We try to hang on to dust The faceless however are looking on Cast a spiteful eye from your perch as you preach The subdued fist Just for the sake of it Tired of waiting Defy the surreal, with bone May the possessed bear witness To loss of control over their world Fly so high now here we are Blood on your hands and your face You’ve been here before A lone, testament to what you en…. Trying to hang on to nothing Determined hang on to something The blood is quickening Tower above as you preach Two become one, rot has undone Nurture the eclipse that that shall blot out the sun A self righteous destruction To blight this curse we must abhor The lonely world Snapped and torn now here we are Why? It’s not so difficult Flee, take flight away from here Forget all that you have seen What have you done and just what are you looking for in life Sobriety’s overrated.

Girls and boys come gather round and accept my love Upon the pain of death For to doubt my manifest benevolence Will cost you your last breath On my throne, beyond all question To doubt me is heresy Your soul is, seduced by Satan You’ll doom us all All my greed, my jealousy, my fraudulent hypocrisy Yet you are the enemy All my greed, my jealousy, my fraudulent hypocrisy Yet you are the enemy Share with me the dreams you’ve made, l will demonstrate How it’s all relative Let me take your fears away, it will earn you the Nothing I have to give On my throne, beyond all reason Breathing in suffering You smell of counter revolution Among us now All my greed, my jealousy, my fraudulent hypocrisy Yet you are the enemy All my greed, my jealousy, my fraudulent hypocrisy Yet you are the enemy

When that feeling sinks in And the world dreams of the dead I know you’re here aren’t you My quiet friend Calling from water’s edge You dig deep but can’t pretend Take a step out into the cold They’re waiting there You perceive this a miracle And soon… Hold it down while I bring it up These count our afflictions And how long must we wait here In stagnant air Chasing that dream you crave Counting our past mistakes And with that mass of thorns and hair Become aware Waves pass through fading rays of sunlight You know this house is not your home Stay awake for the devils moon rise You hear the static speak your name You perceive this a miracle, or something spiritual- While it’s so obscene Pave the way, it’s not difficult Naturally opening Voids that seem so umbilical, yet almost spherical Drawing you in …Like drums, waking up. They no longer dream Praise the dawn, turned to lack there of As a shiver crawls, urging you to wake up Curse the sun, and all that rely on Such a simple cause Beware, there is truth in this. The past and long since dead Splintered horns beset On the last remnant to walk in confidence Hallowed bone, marking the place But you notice a moment too late Its coming up behind you Falling down, grasp a ledge or drown Fingers sprawl, consecrating this burial Hallowed ground. Blinding grace Promoting the faith as the old ones awake Falling down, catch a ledge or drown Fingers sprawl, consecrating this burial Hallowed ground. Blinding grace Promoting the faith as the old ones awake Waves pass through fading rays of sunlight You know this house is not your home Lay in wait for the devil’s moon rise You hear the static speak your name You perceive this a miracle, or something spiritual- While it’s so obscene Pave the way, it’s not difficult Naturally, opening Voids that seem so umbilical, remain unseen Drawing… What you perceive is no miracle, it’s something visceral Calling out to thee Pave the stage of a ritual, its unconditional Lured effortlessly Break away from the physical, the only visible Option of release Ripples churn- almost mystical A silhouette gathering.

It’s unconceivable yet, still so believable If I could see in duress, it’s time to let go It’s all so easy to leave, but where would give you shelter Why don’t you come and rest those, bones with me Set the world to the side, if I could make a request- Catch your breath…yet…. Still somewhat difficult It’s getting hard to control, but with some heart and some soul The leg is crooked, it’s not your fault By a leading cut running it down, spreading you open Adding a lever control, it’s almost over Could go much further though Insert a servo to sway to and fro Letting you know how much I love it all A jump start to your heart logging it down, adjusting for sound Checking the vitals are rounded and…come on- Clear the clouds and sparks Light is fading as day slips to night, as the life returns with every….. A glass rod to dislodge the abscess With my obsession beset Upon a shimmering diamond thermal scalpel- Saw through your chest, remove the decaying flesh Call me conceited but I think this is a, tour de force Perception shapes who we are An awkward crucible that’s hard to perceive See? ….A touch of irony Perhaps it’s all too complex, to sit and simply dissect Can always put it to the test By a leading cut running it down, spreading you open Adding a lever control, it’s almost over Could go much further though Insert a servo to sway to and fro Letting you know how much I love it all A jump start to your heart logging it down, adjusting for sound Checking the vitals are rounded and…come on down Clear the clouds and sparks Light is fading as day slips to night, as the life returns with every stitch If I could get more time, I could get more life I only live for you, my monster in a tube Making it alone… You know its on… A life without you, what will I do Don’t you go saying its over So far from home But you’re out of life, out of time Dissection is delectable I hope they have a dress in my size Stray from me As you fade into the night Run away But you’re running out of time Running out of life Two bodies are down that I can think of There’s thieving and stealing from grieving- They don’t count, and I leave to the cults Cheap thrills that led to violent fits and death throws Assembled together by beautiful scars, a patchwork of electrodes- It starts all o… Again… It starts again… Starts all o…. Again Its not maniacal, I’m just trying to Get some body to love and maybe listen to me- Again and again and again Despite of all that I have done, through all the anguish and blood Sisyphus again

Eye of the storm The wait goes on, -time wasted Let frustration gnaw and weave dark unknowns Take the long way down Cry havoc, aghast and in disbelief Blood and bones Take an oath to silence, don’t be proud It will erode with time as your steps cover ground Let the whole world fall, just go down screaming See straight through the shroud, at least the one you know Above the rupturing clouds become a portal A theatrical prize for the souls outside Who have yet to figure it out …The crows circle above A reforged understanding that has forced you to wake up The images of chaos, sear deep into your eyes Amidst so many fallen, sends a shiver down the spine Survive or die We survive Look in these eyes, you live when we… Clarion calls It brings the cold, don’t stutter It’s hell in its eyes you see It won't be long, -space shudders Wake to perceive these Argent halls sprawl forth Containing a living catastrophe Soon these stones shall fall And with them, the binds of reality This is something real, It answers to you Playing on your fear Subjective fealty hanging overhead Don’t falter, it’s taking enough to be Standing soul in hand Let it endure you This is something real, It answers to you Playing on your fear Subjective fealty hanging overhead Don’t falter, it’s taking enough to be Standing soul in hand Let it endure The blessed horn is sounding, the crows circle above A reforged understanding that has forced you to wake up The images of chaos, sear deep into your eyes Amidst so many fallen, sends a shiver down the spine Survive or die We survive Look in these eyes, you live when we die ~The blessed seven sons …it won’t be long

The night brings a longing, hard to conceive What’s on the other side waiting for me It's been a long time coming, don't make me plead Your words paint a new horizon but I can’t leave The light is growing dim Keep away… You might just catch a glimpse Clutch at my chest, I’m straining to see Blood is burning in my veins, I'm struggling to breathe Oh please my sweet darling, I don't know what is happening If I can make it through to morning, will you concede …It's all the same. Allow me to demonstrate A moment can be only so long, or can outlast the life of a sun …And I find it haunting that that's all we have to give Is that all you have to say? Oh why is this happening to… It's no surprise so here we are, no fancy cars or caviar Just an echo of a memory staring right back at me A verse of angels sing along and I find it hard to believe- All those moments I spent with those same old… Lost upon the silent sea, (Cross the seas) Standing on the precipice again (Of haunting dreams) The world around you gone (Unfurl the flag) Tell me, do you understand (Of man) …The air tears at the seams (Witness as the air tears at the seams) Your vision blends with sound (Vision clouds) Try to keep up if you can (But senses take) Don’t think of where your steps lead (Your lead) Chase the trail that’s lit by sparks (Chase the trail that’s lit by sparks) With universe in hand (With universe in hand) Understand all that has come to be, to infinity, to insanity It's standing in front of me and my fractured reality A voice of Angels sing along and I find it hard to believe I spend my last moments, with those same old… When you close your eyes, is it hell you see Is it truth before you, or a fractured reality When it is your time I will come here and take you to this place And you will fear me, it will be your everything to resist this

Taken from the place we were meant to be From a contorted future Partake in the fruit of eternity You have come this far Stand before the fallen host The putrid, writhing sea Will you accept its over Or will you take a knee and lead Pick up the banner of woe. Sow your seeds Close your eyes, forsake your soul Awake to call on A lichter's throne Begone! Forsake the seven sons No more stalling, prolonging Run. Run. Run From the things of make believe To the deepest depths of dreams No more stalling, keep crawling For you shall forfeit your soul With light I bring you see Welcome home. You stand among us, we are brothers But we covet More to keep the hunger sated It has consumed leagues The feeble shield of disbelief, is only met with glee The patriarch of filth and lies. A heraldry of deceit Where most have vowed to serve redemptions leash I can see the picking is ripe So feast! Under the banner of woe Sow your seeds Close your eyes, forsake your soul Awake to call on A lichter's throne Begone! Forsake the seven sons No more stalling, prolonging Run. Run. -Now you suffer! From the things of make believe To the deepest depths of dreams Bathe your mind in agony For the things that are to come Rise! Blessed by fears in mortals eyes The patron saint of tragedy With flesh stitched to the bones A living throne adorned with children's teeth Crowned with rotting fingernails A coronation fit for hell! Ripe with horrors far and wide The subtle innocence of life And having crossed over oceans of time Burning as far as the eye can perceive When is it that you will realise Life is the disease Our father Let. Me. Burn. Bridge the devil's fall Then wake, forget it all The seconds turn to stone but leaves an ever-growing disbelief It shakes you to your core You touch your face and peel the skin away Who would have thought… Who would have thought Bridge the devil's fall Then wake, forget it all The seconds turn to stone but leaves an ever-growing disbelief It shakes you to your core You touch your face this unfamiliar feeling Do you even know what you are anymore Bridge the devil's fall Then wake, forget it all The seconds turn to stone but leaves an ever-growing disbelief It shakes you to your core You touch your face and peel the skin away Who would have thought such a thing would bring this release Bridge the devil's fall Then wake, forget it all The seconds turn to stone but leaves an ever-growing disbelief It shakes you to your core You touch your face this unfamiliar feeling Do you even {know} recognise what you are anymore What the fuck’s happening I was pure.

Seeped, in shadow The serpentine grip Constricting from with- In, a hallowed shell The ferment brings A swelling from below Held up by your principles, with the low sun making it difficult Take shelter in the trees, the daylight is the enemy Pierce then through the dark, those hunters eyes will carry you far It's as though you have lived this before Viscerally spiritual Will you atone, a rapture of teeth You have a mind of your own You’re running but still, these sterile leaves your respite To think of all that was done To take a moment would take too long To proceed… In obscurity, from the abbey and the horrors that have made themselves relevant You were born to kill, a rapture of teeth You have a mind of your own The air is silent but still these sterile leaves your respite And so the hunt proceeds On ravenous wings hanging over Suspending your belief It might not be all that it seems Systematically born for a purpose you can’t perceive Tip the Scale And whenever you close your eyes The torrent sings out a symphony Wake from sleep A dimensional shift Time has ellipsed A dying cause The sleeping wrath Devours from within [Let it go]

…And to think it was art Let the starlight touch your eyes Doom us all …And watch everybody burn You were crafted by stars, to figure out what we are Watching everyone grow, into feeling alone You start to yearn for structure, you feel cold The last time you felt part of a whole Was watching everything burn Check it~ Well this has never happened before Be sure to make a grasp for what is yours Because in time, I won’t pretend It all circles around but we a spark don’t live it again For a second, then it’s gone Yet it bursts for life for those shards of time And we? …Well, we want to remember it all It took more than a life to find Should have severed then, that’s not difficult You search the skies for life, it’s almost spiritual It's like you already know the path to follow But that space you seek, it drifts, getting further away Spirals out of control, If the heavens had an eye it’d form inside your mind Saying roll it one more time, going to sing it again Rack it up, as we watch everybody burn You were crafted by scars, to figure out what we are Watching everyone grow, into being alone A lost and orphaned culture, cast to stone The memory of what we were gone …Was watching everything Our blood, our bones, all shaped as one A fading supreme conscious You push to break the silence but the pressure overwrites it First came the calm, and you were waiting your turn But you have stayed here too long, now you just want to be heard You were crafted by stars, to figure out what we are Watching everyone grow, into feeling alone If only skies could see this, crucible The last time you were part of a whole Was watching everything burn

I speak to Creatures They tell me the secrets of the undergrowth Reeling in chattering fear from abysmal tormentors that dwell below In their putrid deploring despair Collectively plotting their rise to the surface To take what is rightfully theirs End our suffering by the hands of the Tyrant Malevolent colossal disgrace I’ve seen his face Twisted by the echoes of the night I’ve felt his malice Bring down the full force of his might The hand that tears away the life from all that’s pure The eye: It seeks to bring an end to the harmony The face: Contorted by accursed winds of war The soul is blackened by the hate that overwhelms us all The ground: It shall be ruptured Taken from beneath his feet The sky: Pierced, shall be clear Blind him and bind him We Rise Through ashes and lakes of sulphur Driven by smouldering fear, seething through all understanding You can tell by the taste in the air The roots are in view now Where once everlasting, their limbs shall be torn apart And cast asunder A forced premonition. Painting the sky with their blood Fear Wake, hopeless Clutched innocence Fooled, broken Through destruction Although the darkness calls, and sings the sweetest songs Lift a hand up, you come to see It’s all a dream. End it all Aghast, the devil falls With fingers disfigured Collapsing inward, -breaking up A cacophony of limbs and mud Carried off unto the depths Taking a few souls to rest Though filled with blood the skies above Cast’s her gentle sight to rest Lighting up the path ahead Bringing with her new strength Allotted to meet the horde in thunder of flesh and bone In desperate fury, the line overthrown The fleeing are cut down in droves Moving close, scarred, only a breath away Still, worlds apart Wrought in hope, he’s just a hair from me Quell the storm Laying wake to sounds of fervour A breach, opening beneath The sky goes on Hope a thought that’s lost hereafter A scene, laden with diseased …The sky goes on The roots are in view now Where once everlasting, their limbs shall be torn apart Cast asunder The shade creeps further Somewhere the sky goes on … Somewhere the sky goes on Dawn has broken but it’s still not visible Silent elegy: Unconditional, sirens song pays the toll Beyond the horizon, somewhere the sky goes on

All that time to set this up, so let’s see how well it goes down This is appalling my calling is running out Let’s settle our differences and cast aside our doubts There’s no use caring on failing it’s over now Three chords to a riff, can you tell what it is yet Play guitar and sit, you’ll be singing to your mother next You can always quit and try to start a punk band A blast beat always fits motherfucker, when you can’t write worth shit Stroke that ego This is your calling, you can’t sit it out Your hand is cramping, this is Armageddon Let’s lift a glass, as it all burns Cant riff, can’t write Percussion’s three minutes out of time Damp the lead, those whispered screams If it’s out of sight, it’s out of mind Stick to your theme You look more like a clothing line Once they're keen, you sell the dream Treasure those priorities Imagine all the people, innocent despite When you're not playing you're breaking your own wife Still waiting for something new Yet somehow rehashed shit is all I can hear ...And fuck your dub step Flash your fathers cash, the suburban ganglands Oregano Kush, and that’s probably your neighbours car Tell us how it hurts, because mommy wanted an abortion So desperate for work, you wear your own bands shirt Stroke that ego This is your calling, you can’t sit it out This is a culling, this is Armageddon Lets lift a glass, as it all burns down I forgot what to say… It all sounds the same anyway Try to figure it out, to be let down And then the Blues Waiting on the wrong side of life Well I know I can always rely on that slide Oh my fucking god, upon that slide Jesus fucking Christ, that slide Let’s live. Let’s learn It’s all the same, Armageddon …You’re breaking your own mind ~Armageddon est ages~