CORTEXIPHAN LYRICS

1. Anathema

[Instrumental]

[Hymn Of Delectation]

2. Full House! Three Jacks Two Queens

[Hymn Of Absolution]

This man, a being be born of futile means.
Is apt a specimen of sordid mess.
Fermented liquor has his bloodwork grimed.
A hit and run mistaken, a never committed crime.
Now crooning a thirst so parched for incisions to be made.
Unto the skin of these sinners defiled a stench of his hate.
Slowly one's predeceasing in pitch black before another.
Inside this place confined, he torments 'til death waits no longer.
"O lord above! I prithee! Bestow me a vein of musing!
For I was faithful in thine apocryphal existence! That I have now regretted!"
Slowly one's predeceasing in pitch black before another.
Inside this place confined he torments 'til death waits no longer.
This man!

3. No Human Is That Humane

[Hymn Of Subjugation]

O mother hostile, thy once barren womb now blooms.
Spawn incessantly teeming ov us.
To bring forth this planet's doom.
To the weak and the bleak.
We prowl with scorn 'pon their brood.
Their chestwork therein implant to vilely reproduce.
Boundless our existence to all biblical hold.
Thy God's shallowness, clarifies and unfolds.
Sanctum walls in thee, secrete to roaches bold.
Yield us now as Lord! of eyes mercilessly cold!
Spawn incessantly teeming ov us.
Doom!
Doom!

4. Great Human Woe

[Hymn Of Lachrymation]

I'm aching in a lamented sleep (so wakeless it seems)
To my lachrymose heart, I do weep (a downpour for thee)
Thy silhouette plagues every blink my eyes give.
It infuses me agony, along with remorse settles in.
The hospice was saturnine in vibe.
Every aspiration carried a scent of dead skin.
With ardour I caressed down your hair.
So celestially preen it was to the touch.
Now I whisper a lullaby from your favorite tale.
Where children beseech of a realm to be ageless.
As I choked aback tears to console you a smile.
The electrocardiograph descended and rested in a din.
Now it's proven.
This world has no humane equipoise.
Now you're at home in the clouds.
Respiring of only ethereal.
Bedimmed are my eyes to all envisage of thee.
Dear child o' mine, may thou rest in absolute peace.

5. Of Evil Made

[Hymn Of Blasphemation]

"O' Lord bore of horns, I hereby kneel before thee.
To quench thy relish for lecherous needs.
Offering is a virgin bathed in sanguinary.
Here have I succumbed, harbor me now to succeed!"
That night a sacrilegious rite achieved.
Manifestation has taken form to a body of malice.
Empowered with blood flown devilry.
A ravenous being did rebirth.
"O' Lord bore of horns, I hereby kneel before thee.
To quench thy relish for lecherous needs.
Offering is a virgin bathed in sanguinary.
Here have I succumbed, harbor me now to succeed!"
On ravish she disembowels clean.
What steamingly resided within.
Obsequious to an urge ever relentless to be quelled.
Enticing through coquetry, scented victims has she smelt.
BONES SHALL SPLINTER! INNARDS SHALL STREW!
Butcher their bodies, asphyxiate them in blood.
Harmonize their screams terminal from their hearts.







CORTEXIPHAN LYRICS