CONDUCTING FROM THE GRAVE LYRICS

1. And Our War Will Dawn

since the dawn of time
it’s been told that the path of the righteous will lead us to glory
and through our convictions we’re born anew
with the blood of our foes stained on our hands
the seas will flow red when the pale moon rises
and our war will dawn, with its bloodlust quenched
and we'll bring damnation

forged by our darkened hearts
they bear false witness to our righteousness in all
the broken gods we claim,
our destruction reigns as golden idols fall forged by our darkened hearts the broken gods we claim,
left on the battlefield,
cadavers lay impaled
and in the midst of corruption the birth of gods
shall lay waste to foundations

and every city shall fall
burning cities will fall to the ground and every city shall fall burning cities will fall to the ground and return to the ash that once sustained them
the skies will send down
acidic rains and ash storms
and our war will end
with no man left standing

and our war will dawn
with its bloodlust quenched
and every city shall burn and fall
destroyed to ash
and our war will end
with no man left standingand the just shall be smitten in genocides

2. The Tyrant's Throne

Crawling up from the surface that entombs
Feculent flesh entwined and maggots churning inside the stomachs
Such a beautiful sight for the morbidly deranged
Grotesque hemic form of the accursed
Stalking malicious monstrosities
Abide where the restless dead reside
Waiting for the light to abandon their prey
Oh mindless Revenants I summon thee to gorge upon the helpless, the docile and frail
Tear their worthless eyes from their heads and swill from their slitted necks
My cannibalistic dreams come alive
As I gaze upon this blood orgy from my ungodly throne
Imbued by the tongues of the darkest one
To lay forth on this earth my tainted will
Infallible are my words, my ways, my decrepit mind shows this path before me
I'll fill my bowels with the mangled sects of human flesh to quench my sullen purpose
Tempting, filling hatred
Torment, suffer, bane of my existence
I now command you as your master to kill the ones who dare oppose
Take the lives of who I deem unworthy
Hang them all by their fucking throats
Go forth my putrid army of undead
Bring forth upon this night a veil of dread
Feast upon the thews of mortal lives
Ripping like knives

3. Unholiest Of Nightmares

In the darkness of night
Walls crawl with the lurid shades of the deepest pits of hell
Devoid of time the pendulum swing arrests to an end
Gone is the illusion of solace and sanctuary
Replaced by abominations and visions of heinous shadows
And nothing can stop them
Lurking at the end where one dares enter slumber
Caressing the silken sheets with the coldness of the dead
Unholiest of nightmares dwell inside
Where visits of the damned will have you begging for your life
And there is no escaping what yearns for flesh suspended consciousness reviled
Such bitterness at rest will have you clasping for cherished light that has been smothered
By the hands of fiends
Lungs collapse from the weight of being that one cannot see
Demonic grasp bound the limbs and torso forcing down slowly crawling upon its victim laying in fear
Pounding upon the chest with ungodly strength that shreds the very soul of a man
Taunting are the howls that sill this foul scene
Driving one to madness with its zeal to plague
Unholiest of nightmares dwell inside
Where visits of the damned will have you begging for your life
Shadows creep into our minds
Sustenance is our sacred essence
Keepers of unholy sleep drown our thoughts with horrors of our hell
With horrors of our hell
And here I lay for eternity
She rides upon the chests paralyzing all but eyes
Drowns out the loudest screams, takes pleasure in silent cries
Haunting lifeless corpses to fill her needs
Malicious obscene monster with our dreams
Feasting on vile essence that broods in me
Dark demoness held captive in my sleep

4. Her Poisoned Tongues

Birthed from the cocoon of lunacy
A child raised by the seed of dementia forming
Fatherless daughter of false poisoned tongues
She moves upon her own path of madness astray
From fear that she will soon be used like scum
Hypnotic to her victims that she chooses to suck dry
Hypocritic, Parasitic lies
You wretched filth mark my words your life shal be taken by my hands
I'll tear the pulsing bag of shit from your chest and burn it before your eyes
Upon your grave I shall stand as a monument of hate that will never move
And I will smile in content at your passing in my malevolence
With all resentment aside
You are best where you've always belonged
Under six feet of shit nailed in a pinewood box
And I am content in seeing what a whore you are
And I will be the one to watch you leave this place
As I bury you
And I see you for the whore that you are
For the whore that you are
With feet of shit nailed in a pinewood box
So what will you have to say when my hands begin to crush your neck
And the air begins to leave your lungs
And your eyes roll back
Where will you turn when you've burned every bridge you've built
And have to answer for every drop of blood you've split
Where will you turn when you've burned every bridge you've built
And have to answer for every drop of blood you've spilt
Where will you turn when you've burned every bridge you've built
And have to answer for every drop of blood you've spilt
Where will you turn when you've burned every bridge you've built
And have to answer for every drop of blood you've spilt
Where will you turn when you've destroyed every bridge you've built
And have to answer for every drop of blood you've spilt
Where will you turn when you've destroyed every bridge you've built
And have to answer for every drop of blood you've spilt
Where will you turn when you've destroyed every bridge you've built

5. Path Of A Traitor

slit throat sirens fill the air
with soundless shrieking songs
of when you will be long forgotten
can you see the grins of departed
that you had once betrayed
with your lie-filled eyes

monolithic visions of every still moment that you’ve kept inside
the hallows of your shadow will haunt you until it completely devours you whole

unworthy of this life that you’ve tainted in holding
the greatest sins in the highest
shall go unforgiven
these failures once cast out
have taken the form of a monster that wills
a foul release of hate

abominations that you have created shall purge you of your innocence and
faith as you are engulfed by the hands and strangled by the legions of damned

forsaken skies begin to burn
and the path of the damned shall be opened
now cling to the chains that you’ve built

forsaken skies begin to burn
and the path of the damned shall be opened
revealing truth in your lies
holding you down by the weights of your falseness,
for all to see as they
rip the bowels out from your mouth
silencing your deception
tear the flesh off of your bones
to drain your strength and
feast on everything you are

the bringers of your end are here
and they are calling and they are waiting for you
for vengeance of your treachery
they live to burn you alive burn you alive

traitor
you fucking traitor
there shall be justice when you burn alive

forsaken skies begin to burn
and the path of the damned shall be opened
now cling to the chains that you’ve built
forsaken skies begin to burn
and the path of the damned shall be opened up

6. Nevermore

Lowly do I sit, the night lay dormant as I muse the thoughts
Of lives passed, and reason with forgotten lore
Remembering within these halls, the curves around your face
Beauty lost; apparition haunting me, dancing in the pale moonlight
Such silence profound in the night
Until a ravens cry shatters repose
In the cold of winter nights, my hands are splintered from the beating
Of my fists upon the bloodied floors
A sanctuary lost within these hallowed halls, such emptiness abound
Such silence deafening to ears, but what's this pounding on my chamber door?
As if striking a hammer to bones
Is this the tone of my taker
As I count the days and nights
Watching shadows pass before my eyes
Years begin to crawl
And I shall hear your voice cry forevermore
And as this silence evolves with each heartbeat that echoes its fears
And in halls I shall hear your voice scream forevermore
And as the shadows grow long
Within the light that now fades in the mist
And in halls I shall remain in darkness forevermore
Confined in abysmal time
Showing no signs of release
Detained in horrific eyes
Piercing with a gaze of remorse
But there he rides on the winds of this gloom
And there he howls with an unearthly wail that shakes me
I sit and try to gasp for air, my chest is tight from apprehension
From this beast that dares to perch and mock my woes
Repeating shrieks of nevermore this wretched hound abounds and vexes me
Peering into my soul with hate, like hell fires spawned behind his gates
Is he the one that will take me away
To lay among the worms
As I sit and stare the pounding palpitates the pulse of blood that's frozen
Through my veins like lifeless corpse in rest
This ravens daunting prophecies have sparked a revelation in my mind
That all of this, my purgatory, shall repeat until I'm under stone
And still this creature insists that he crows
His demoniacal sight
As I count the days and nights, watching shadows pass before my eyes
Years begin to crawl
And I shall hear your voice cry forevermore
And as this silence evolves with each heartbeat that echoes its fears
And in these halls
I shall hear your voice scream forevermore
Confined in abysmal time
Showing no signs of release
Detained in horrific eyes
Piercing with a gaze of remorse
But there he rides on the winds of this gloom
And there he howls

7. We Who Shall Conquer

The endless battle wages for our minds but we will win the fight,
for we shall not be broken.
Every instance of struggle through time is just a test of strength to challenge our right to remain sublime,
the will to dethrone ourselves with the failings of fathers by feeding the fathers,
by tempting the tempest but by braving the storm and breaking the bonds of which we forged were reborn and eternal this will not be the reason we fade,
we will not let our legacy end,
we must rise to vanquish all that hinders us,
and pave the way for brighter days but these monuments remain on these walls remain the stains of the blood that will not wash away,
now we move to save this age against ourselves,
born into struggle,
we live to only breathe and die,
with no one knowing our truth,
but we can change,
and see this world reclaimed,
renewed.
With our devout design through the endless storm a single light remains and we retain it,
but will we have the hope that it will carry us through what has clouded our lost eyes in every act of trust we leave what's holding us and cast aside our fears reclaiming all that's our taking our place as legends countering the tides whose elegies will read we are the ones who have conquered fear laying waste to what has hindered us.

8. Curse In The Twilight

A blackened night has cast its shadow upon the skies
not a sound to be heard from where the buried bodies hide
ceased from flowing are the rivers that seem to be touched
by icy hands of death himself
in the graveyard by the crypts where the dead rest
scribed into markers show the names of long forgotten
but all that's seen among the graves are the countless stones that lay
weathered
and all that's heard among the ruin is the sound of endless calm
beneath the mounds of unturned earth lay the restless gaze of the ones kept
entombed
confined to the crimes of our spent lives
we long to curse the stars
awake
bring back to life what was taken
and tell the tales of our lost souls
endure this pain no longer
break free from our prisons made
no tears we've shed
no longer go wasted
return to us what you've taken away
repay the crimson veins that you have slit
repair the broken souls you've soiled
horrendous sights
spine chilling realizations
bloodcurdling sense
unnerving all who's seen
destruction bound
the ones that silenced us
confined into the abyss
ride through the eventide
just to see the dawn of day
for a chance to feel alive
and when we see the stars and scream into the evening sky
we will curse the day that we were born
curse the day that we were born
awake all those who dream
all seeking solitude
your time has come to change your fate
and bring the courage of a million hearts of men
to desolate all who stand in our way
no longer will we forfeit the years we spent working for our gain
all of the tears we've shed are no longer wasted
awake
bring back to life what was taken
and tell the tales of our lost souls
endure this pain no longer
break free from our prisons made
no longer will we forfeit the years we spent working for our gain
all of the tears we've shed no longer go wasted

9. Revenants

look upon me for I am the end incarnate
i am the vulture that feeds on the eyes of children
the last breath of the fading, poisoned vial
the birth of a creature that you've created
and if all the world is just a stage
then i am its keeper and i am its ruiner
all these fears unleashed from our darkest dreams
as the world is engulfed by flames, and torn apart by war-born hearts
in the eve of what ill nations breed
there'll be none left to see our creations made to fail and fall
so watch as the dead walk among us
see this plague manifest from your scorn
and the echoes from revenants of your horror's past
shall torment your mind
see hallow ties to a world, build from the blood of pride
and the slaughter of purity and hope
sacrifice the pure, and rape the righteous
we only live to corrupt, we only want to destroy

10. What Monsters We Have Become (Pt. 1)

In all my endeavors, observing weakness within this world
i have seen amassed decaying ideals crumbling before the storm
where, destined to be ripped apart by its greed and emptiness
this age has seen its days only to be consumed by the souls of man
lives lead to brave the lines of impurities and wickedness
and those who have been lost shall remain astray
cast out and branded
left to drown in an ocean of liars in endless tides
a chance no one will take to change the fate of which their bound
on time we will surely seethe end
where all will face apart
into the sea
i witnessed so many failures built by the architects of misshapen dreamers and beggars
bluntly nailed to crosses of their own design
lost between the translations
praying to be of the less deserving of the fate the were given
bestowed by our judgments
in time we will surely see the end
where all will fall apart into the sea
severed into nations
then built on empires we have lost
to be renewed to define self righteous in our ignorance
and we feed on plagues
as we fall unto our doom
and the age shall come to pass
when we're no longer given breath
and then nothing shall see
what monsters we have become

11. What Monsters We Have Become (Pt. 2)

And the time shall come to pass
when we're no longer given breath
and then nothing shall see
what monsters we have become







CONDUCTING FROM THE GRAVE LYRICS