DARK FORTRESS LYRICS

1. Nascence (Intro)

2. Coalescence

Stasis
Virulent nothing
Incandescence
Too fast to see
Then the cold

Acceleration
Stretching stretching stretching
Photons crawl towards themselves
Rolled up in Planck time
A vague sense of "we"
Down comes his hammer
And entropy trawls

The nascent coalescence
The second law creates it all

Echoes clump to atom sludge
And thus begins the existence of existence
Electric fields carve geodesics
Drag us along the path of least resistance

Superluminal curling Coriolis
Down the arrow of time towards a heat death
It thinks it feels
But it can't see us
In the manifold's iridescent expanse

We stir the coalescence
The second law will never fall
We stir the coalescence
The second law creates it all

Within the breathing web of world lines
Clandestine vectors swell with unseen luminescence
Within the hidden depths of space time
Our remains lie buried in the essence of the essence

We stir the coalescence
The second law will never fall
We stir the coalescence
The second law creates it all

3. The Spider in the Web

Orbs of gravity
Warp spectral cavities
The first Here is born
Cursed to evanescence
As space time is torn
In fractal effervescence

Primes break the symmetry
Summon time like infinity
The first Now is born
Chronons start to flow
From the abyss of not-Now
In the spinors' undertow

Strands
Like shadows from the other side
Wreathe a cosmos
Spinning Nowhere in Now Here

I am the spider in the web
I am the womb that bears the world
I am the claw that rips the sky
I am the eye that eats the universe

Soul-blinding immanence
Holes drain the filaments
Transient horizons
In mortal swirls they bulge and boil
Crushing, rising
Matter's rainbow heaves and coils

Strands
Like shadows from the other side
Wreathe a cosmos
Spinning Nowhere in Now Here

4. Spectres from the Old World

Mind
Trapped in a point
A specular psychosphere
Enshrined
In cognitive panic
In everted hyperspheres

Particles storm from dimensional transfiguration
Curvatures absurdly twisted out of space
Symmetries fold up and bleed cosmic catabiosis
Radial, the litanies of flesh
To light
To vectors furled
In infinity caged to watch
As spectres from the old world

Spectres from the old world

From point
To counterpoint

Particles storm from dimensional transfiguration
Curvatures absurdly twisted out of space
Symmetries fold up and bleed cosmic catabiosis
Radial, the litanies of ghosts

As resonant chronophores reborn
Scavenging cosmoi into form

Coerced back to awareness
By subluminal inertia
The shadow of a soul
Groping desperately in the dark
Dimensionless, extensionless
No time to be
No space to grow
Reduced to hollow waves
In convulsing oscillation
As formless craving soars
Up the scales of sentient vacuum
Debris of fading memory
Creates the spectral flow
That twists and rolls in agony
Ever-searching for release
And in its wake, strings start to glow
And resonate the elements-to-be

Storms of dimensional transfiguration
Curvatures absurdly twisted out of space
Symmetries fold up and bleed cosmic catabiosis
Radial, the litanies of flesh
To light
To vectors furled
In infinity caged to watch
As spectres from the old world

Spectres from the old world
Spectres from the old world

5. Pali Aike

Pali Aike
Pali Aike
Pali Aike
Pali Aike

Hues of unearthly malady
A scar like an oozing wound in the land
The bones have spilled their marrow
Released their life to miasmic skies
Venus' vitriol
Could not have painted sicker scenes
Magmatic gore rots
In putrid reds and glowing greens

Pali Aike
Phantasmagoria scorched in rock
Ghoulish nightmares gather and flock
To Pali Aike
Home of the devils

Ghost lakes
Into austral deserts call
A cruel deception haunting the land
Their poison drunken, vanished
A carcass bleaches, barren lies
For the lions to maul

Pali Aike
Phantasmagoria scorched in rock
Ghoulish nightmares gather and flock
To Pali Aike
Home of the devils

Here at world's end
Where colossal basalt spines drown in Stygian deeps
The thin veneer of reality hangs tattered
And eldritch phantoms stir
Awaken from their sleep

Torrefied by time and dust
Colonies lie scattered, starved and mummified
Their vacuous marks consumed by moss and rust
Long gone the greed for gold, the genocide
Only sepulchral stars now cast their eerie glare
On these abandoned plutonic panoramas
Fata Morganas set aglow the silent air
So peaceful, so beautiful

Pali Aike
Phantasmagoria born from rock
Ghoulish nightmares run amok
In Pali Aike
Home of the devils

Pali Aike
Pali Aike
Home of the devils
Pali Aike
Pali Aike
Home of the devils

6. Pazuzu

Rising as one body
My myriads swell
On screaming desert winds
Disease and fever spill
Born from hell
The need for the divine
Where there's no gods
There are no demons

Summoned in despair
By Gaia torn in massacre
A voiceless dire prayer
Of all that lives beneath God's vile stare
Misbegotten usurpers
Of the living continuum
Hard to think that this was us
Just one universe ago

Ubique daemon
Ubique deus
Pazuzu, engulf us
Save us from the deeds of men

Shatter the terror in its core
Ward off the virus boiling fear into its brains
All life clings to the existence it abhors
But this life must go for all other to remain

Ubique daemon
Ubique deus
Pazuzu, engulf us
Save us from the deeds of men

A plethora of prongs and poisons
Congealing from the tesseract
Our anima to hide in legions
Of living exoskeletons

Breeding their feebleness into an epidemic
Greedily consuming forest, river, beast, earth and kin
Crazed by their made-up god's lies
A pandemic of self-righteousness
Sets the world aflame and preaches sin
Let them revel in false victory before they ooze back into the dirt
Feeding on just one of theirs, a million maggots soon take wing
We strip their fields before their eyes, and when they starve, we bring
them
Fever from the edge of time and burn them from within
Their fear of death is the key to their kingdom

Ubique daemon
Ubique deus
Pazuzu, engulf us
God against the gods of men

A trillion eyes to feast on fever
A pestilence against the plague
A lord of death to combat murder
Spawned from sacks of flesh and blood

7. Isa

Forged by
The frigid abyss of space
My frozen carapace
Wraps planets pole to pole
Underneath
The shroud of my albedo
My prodigious claw rakes the land
And incubates the seas
I sow the land
With earth-born treasures
Green of the vales
Awe of the mountains

Isa
Fallen from the skies
Splendour of all form
The power that drives me
Isa
I sink and crystallize
Bearing gifts for those
Who survive me

Death's
White shadow
I smother
Volcanoes
Into prisms
Into cathedrals
Those summits
And pastures
So revered
They all are my children

I shear the crust expelled by fire
Create life's playgrounds
Leaving greatness in my wake
Would-be eternal rock
Is no match for space-clad water
As all the worlds
Will succumb
To the cold

Isa
Fallen from the skies
Splendour of all form
The power that drives me
Isa
I sink and crystallize
Bearing gifts for those
Who survive me
And my caress

8. Pulling at Threads

Rampant hubris spreads
Through empires built on fallacy
Echoes conceit of the living and the dead
Propagates the seeds of corroding deceit

Eyes in the skies
Poisoned wires run
Lies pulling at threads
'Til they come undone

Civilization unravels itself

Denies the demise
Which from avarice comes
Dies, still pulling at its threads
Breaking them one by one

In saturnine gluttony, the monster feeds
Cannibalizing on itself
Until there's nothing left

Even titans fall
To the spells of Uranos
Those slightest ploys
At the heart of the avalanche

Concealed from narcissist dementia
The bane of giants hides in the small
Horizons hypnotising, paralysing
Gargantuan puppets
To be destroyed
From within
By their minuscule masters
Patiently watching corruption
Run its course

Scared and ensnared in their nightmare
Souls slowly drain, blind and unaware
Stained with disdain, devout in hatred
Vain, inane, bloated and insane

Confident
Cocky
Lazy
Dead

9. In Deepest Time

From the first procaryote that strains
Towards its young star's distant lucent beams
To the last black hole's Matrioshka branes
All genesis churns
In primeval dreams of splendor
Chimeras of grandeur
Even here, in deepest time
Creation will remember

An endless effort, doomed to forever
Fall apart at the seams
The hunt for permanence
Reduced to grazing swamps
Of vapid dreams of splendor
Chimeras of grandeur
Even here, in deepest time
Creation will remember

Through veils of death, and death again
The antiversum shattered
The world crushed to a singularity
And hurled back to noxious light
Now damned to be the vessel
The very fabric of spacetime reborn

Outside time
Outside life
Outside any single thing that ever was or ever will be

Dreams of splendor
Chimeras of grandeur
Even here, in deepest time
Creation will remember

In deepest time
Creation will remember

10. Penrose Procession (Interlude)

[Instrumental]

11. Swan Song

As broken bells resound
In the church of megalomania
The stench of death surrounds
The fiends of spiritual necromania
Deluded stooges amass
Still clinging to empty vows
For one final ebrious mass
Never temple, always slaughterhouse

Too long have the watchers gazed upon
The cancerous boils of arrogance
Now time has carved the path

The mirage of relevance
Worn down in corrosion's quiet attrition
Corporeal elements
Subvert its Sisyphean accretion
Orbital decay
And crawling hydrogen depletion
Enough to burn away
A pantheon of superstition

No call for your glory
Amidst the howling winds that feed
Time's vast cemetery
Erased are the stories
Doused, the fires stolen from the sky
Now an ashen mortuary
No call for your glory
Amidst the howling winds that feed
Time's vast cemetery
Erased are the stories
Doused, the fires stolen from the sky
Now an ashen mortuary

Too long have the watchers gazed upon
The cancerous boils of arrogance
Now time has carved the path
Too long has the continuum been riled
By biotic usurpation
Now entropy has pulled the plug

No call for your glory
Amidst the howling winds that feed
Time's vast cemetery
Erased are the stories
Doused, the fires stolen from the sky
Now an ashen mortuary
No call for your glory
Amidst the howling winds that feed
Time's vast cemetery
Erased are the stories
Doused, the fires stolen from the sky
And its worthless luminaries

Come, death
Let your gracious silent storm
Disperse the swan song of all life
Come, death
Dispel the nightmare of eternal life
Come, death
Lay waste to the pious
The just and the depraved alike
Their shrines
Their monuments
Their whores and their fucking gods
Come wipe out every last pathetic trace
Come at last
Wipe it all away

12. Nox Irae

Mors ridebit et natura,
Cum perit creatura,
Nulli et vacuo responsura.

Confutatis maledictis
Flammis gelantibus addictis,
Dedisce me cum benedictus.

Libera me, mors caloris, de vitá aeterna
In nocte illa tremenda
Quando coeli licti sunt et terra,
Dum venerit nihil judicare aut deorum mentiri.







DARK FORTRESS LYRICS