AND HELL FOLLOWED WITH LYRICS

1. A Voice In The Static

[Instrumental]

2. The Last Horror

I awaken to the darkness
within this foul, decrepit place;
six feet of earth, my entombment.

Blooming forth from these wretched grounds,
convulsing from pain of decay,
we legions of the night proceed
to perish those who buried us.

I've never known a hunger such as this, before.
Archaic hands, outstretched in seek of living flesh.
The world will be enveloped,
for we are many.
In silence, we've risen.
The dead stand side by side in mute.
No longer will the world
claim ignorance of our names.
Knee deep in human waste,
our hands and mouths full of innards.

The walls of my confinement,
no longer all I know.

We walk, a thousand nameless remnants of the past.
We walk, a thousand faceless remnants of the past.
We walk with gruesome slowness in our every step. We crawl, we crawl.
Flies, consuming all we know; the animosity of the grave.
Flies, engulfing our loved ones.
Their flesh shall sustain this blasphemous life.

Hungering no more...

"Oh God."
We will hunger no more.
"Oh God."
We will hunger no more.

I awaken to the darkness
within this foul, decrepit place;
six feet of earth, my entombment.
I awaken to the darkness
within this foul, decrepit place.
Convulsing from pain of decay,
six feet of earth a memory.

3. In Suffering

Your image, not forgotten,
burns its place into memory;
your name, a burden that I speak,
weighing heavily on my tongue.
I would hope that the sunrise
would bring your body close to mine.
But it only brings the ties
binding me to agony.

In my despair, I denounce you.
Your flesh, merely a product of memory.

Incisions buried deep
within the warmth of your body.
Close your eyes.
A razor's kiss will bring you sleep.

All I know is that your debts
have been waiting to be repaid.
I'm the reaper of your sins.
I bask in cries of agony.
Ignorance, the shackle that
shall forever, stay your feet.

Embedded within your heart,
I shall find the root of your lies.

I have suffered.
You have not suffered.

Embedded within your heart,
I shall find the root of your lies.

4. All I've Offered

A legacy of sand
is all that I have seen.
Longingly, the dead reach
for deserved glory.
Bereft they are of wings
(those their brothers once had).
This future has been realized
by my own blackened hands.

So many lives I've consumed,
as countless nights, I walk.
The gleam of my now, slick blade,
reflects against the night.
I've become my God's tempest,
beset upon this earth.
My lungs no longer breathe life,
merely a syndicate.

All I've offered...

Through my travels,
I have bared through ice and snow.
These pale eyes shall never
reveal what they know.
Vile and putrid is the aura I omit.
I shall still sheeply follow.

I am entombed within this flesh.
On winds I ride; burnt offerings, I give.

By these words, I'm comforted:
"Death is the bringer of equality,
making equal, those who suffer it."

And all I've offered has still not been enough.

"My lord," I cry whilst upon my scraped knees,
"my sins shall not be unpardoned?
I bear this curse as if it were my own.
But still, I am your silent follower."

Through my travels,
I have bared through ice and snow.
These pale eyes shall never
reveal what they know.
Vile and putrid is the aura I omit.
I shall still sheeply follow.







AND HELL FOLLOWED WITH LYRICS