DARKER BY DESIGN LYRICS

1. Omen

[Instrumental]

2. A Grim Conception

Cloaked in deception, her cursed taste craves atrophy
She spawns infection to deconstruct our fragile being
Alluring; her sordid touch perverts all that she reaps
Procreator, enthrall us to exalt our tragedy

Deflowered by her plague of passion;
Unnaturally, spawning the nightmares of disharmony

Mother Contagion, bring forth the fall of purity
Take now the dormant ones, and implant all your unborn obscurities
Inspire from our agony; expand your cryptic grain
Deface true innocence, until nothing is left humane

Deflowered by her plague of passion
Unnaturally, spawning the nightmares of disharmony
Abstracted by these dreams of false bliss
Insidiously, we bring forth a new dawn of darkness

Wreaking throughout life immortalizing
The warmth of her embrace lures us beneath
Callously conceiving the end of our race,
Immediately, deforming an age

Deforming an age, we spew our poisons
Enslaved to the grave, we are her chosen

Erotically, we've birthed monstrosity
Unleashing fetid odors from our open cavities
We scream aloud our horrors, though we know it's far too late
Enticed by what we still had, not all that could've been
Falling victim to every fallacy we let crawl in
We have been damned to suffer
By her majesty "The Temptress of the Night"

Deflowered by her plague of passion
Unnaturally, spawning the nightmares of disharmony
Abstracted by these dreams of false bliss
Insidiously, we bring forth the new dawn of darkness

We'll carry out her reign, until nothing is left humane
Enslaved to humanity's grave, we carry out her legacy

3. ...And This Night's the Nightingales

Vexation moved the wood to horror
As they caged the stone wall den
Wherein the strain of defloration
Was abstain from the sight of men
Phillomela's screams fell silent
As she laid defiled in the soil
Tereus unscathed his blade
To deprave this mortal coil

Sing in sorrow my beloved nightingale
Haunt the morrow with your disconsolate tale

The sister damned to silence
As she was bereft her tongue
But through a tapestry woven
Her tragedy was sung
Procne implored vengeance
By the barbaric king's guile
Reunited in madness
The sisters sought to defile

Sing in sorrow m beloved nightingale
Haunt the morrow with your disconsolate tale
Piteously harrowed my beloved nightingale
You shall haunt me forever with your tragic woven veil

Ithys' face spat murder at his mother's embrace
The ties of kindred were severed as they dismembered the deceased

"Husband, I have for you a glorious feast
A banquet fit for you, you beguiling beast
Husband, your treachery has left my sister defiled
The penance I have for you is the flesh of our own child"

Grieve!

Sing in sorrow m beloved nightingale
Haunt the morrow with your disconsolate tale
Piteously harrowed my beloved nightingale
You shall haunt me forever with your tragic woven veil

4. Hellforged

The autumn colors always set my teeth on edge
The dismal palette shall be the decorum of the Dead
Amidst the London, by my chastened blade, I claim
Tonight shall be the eager stage to conduct my sordid game

I disemboweled the courtesan like a beast sent to desecrate
I pierce my teeth into their jaded skin before I deflorate
How perversely my hands push razors through their contorted vulva gates
Among the precious viscera my wretched urge will slake

I am the nightfall that contorts your feeble brain
More Lycan than man, I hunt as human bane
Neither lust nor stature drives my blade to gore
‘Twas sadistic pleasure to dissect the filthy nameless whore

With parchment and ink I attest to harlot cud
I’ve adorned this world with grotesqueries
Painted in precious blood
How eloquent, my hands push blades to flesh
I shall daunt WhiteChapel as a haunting shade of death

I am the nightfall that contorts your feeble brain
More Lycan than man, I hunt as human bane
Neither lust nor stature drives my blade to gore
‘Twas sadistic pleasure to dissect the filthy nameless whore

Shrouded in Anonymity, my face shall be disguised
For I am divinity, unfit for mortal eyes
With the scalpel I am the artisan to manifest
The archetype for sordid goddesses

OH MURDER! The slit throat siren cried
As I pushed my hands deeper inside
OH MURDER! Waned her dying eyes
My ties to moral fabric divide

I am the nightfall that contorts your feeble brain
More Lycan than man, I hunt as human bane
Neither lust nor stature drives my blade to gore
‘Twas sadistic pleasure to dissect the filthy nameless whore

5. The Descent: Into Acheron We Descend

Open the gates, here we come; upon the tides of Acheron
The souls of acrid carrion bear no nepenthe to anchorage them
These passages flow infernal, native to the nocturnal
Beneath these austere waves of spite, will emerge my fleshless acolytes
All miscreants shall undergo, and unearth the tongue of woe
There is no purge where they will go, their despair will be sewn
Breathlessly subsisting, weeping their amends
Onward we still go
Into Acheron we descend

Spirit's screaming in vain, for me to take away their jagged misery
Little do they know, it is not I who controls
I'm just a messenger of death, on this dreary coast of sorrow

Unshackled by their deity
Left to sulk in stagnant shades, of odious melancholy
Corrupted daze, now amongst my sails they writhe
Shattered by such frail beliefs; aloud, they all decry
Never ending they will fall, cruel beginnings shape them all
Unconsciously, seduced by this river's blessed contagion
Everlasting they will crawl, along the shores of Avernus
Newly deceased beliefs mangle their last thoughts of salvation

Within the wretched, unwillingly they bow to ill fate
Embracing every fear, flourishing in the throes of hate
Drifting closer, towards the realms of unsung vile
Dreadfully, this is where they'll eternally wallow

Among these Lethean floods, becoming unhallowed with lust
These unblessed Stygian depths guide us to the end of sensation

Within the wretched, unwillingly they bow to ill fate
Embracing every fear, flourishing in the throes of hate
Drifting closer, towards the realms of unsung vile
Dreadfully, this is where they'll eternally wallow

Among these Lethean floods, becoming unhallowed with lust
These unblessed Stygian depths guide us to the end of sensation
Never to be reclaimed
Revolving aimlessly through the corridors of damnation

6. The Descent II: Moral Ruin

Abandon all fucking hope…

"Floating the swells that spiral below
Caressed by the fire, that blackens their defeat
As they slip from the grips of anguish, they arrive in the chambers of deceit
Under the ice, and right through the flames
They become tamed, to the end
Surrendering everything they have left
To the realms of Moral Ruin"

Obsolete identities entranced by nihility
Forced to crave for apathy, doomed they now decline
Watching as those who have lived without any shame or honor
Get prosecuted to these pitiless waters

Flushing the memories from the minds of expired mortal swine
Rest assure there'll see no redemption
Raping their senses till they're dry; apprehending mankind, one scum at time
They will surrender

Damning all that is divine
Nothing remains extant beyond the flesh of time
Drowning in their values that had left them disposed
Dissolving as calamity to an ever darkening world

In the realms of Moral Ruin, they have lost their ways
Desecrated, and set astray among the depraved
Dominated, forced to linger dismally
Miscreated and enslaved to their own trickery
Deluded by the impious stains; emaciated, they thrive on their own dismay
Courting the end of their days; straight down the throat of unfathomed cruelty

Drivellers starving for an end… to begin
Stripped from every feeling, except torment
Still engaged with the descent, they must now part ways with their oblivion

Miscreated to die a thousand times a night
Demoralized they discharge their last hopes of redeeming their might
As they relapse, they wither from within
Deconsecrated, they depart to the depths of torrid sin

TO THE DEPTHS OF TORRID SIN!

Abandon all fucking hope







DARKER BY DESIGN LYRICS