FUNERAL MIST LYRICS

1. Twilight of the Flesh

Her veins drink smoke from the lowest fire
Great birds draw maps upon her skin
Her wound spread open like a flower
Prepared to let the poison in.

Heavens scepter and crown of the gods
Yet we stand unblessed
Blood of the sun, yet doomed to call dawn
The Twilight of the Flesh

Lust and sloth mixed with avarice
Hear us cheering on our own demise
Unearned pride upon envy's path
When all we need is a pinch of wrath

Will you bend among the bending or
Will you sell your garment and buy a sword?
How long must we stand here
Unblessed in this twilight of the flesh?

How can we raise altars on our blood
Among the temples of a foreign god?
How can our roar be heard
In His house if that roar is the roar of a mouse?

How can we stand with a faith made to crawl?
How can we rise with a creed made to fall?
Forever doomed to kneel before the possessed...
Or is this just a test?

Her eyes are words of light unspoken
Black milk still dripping from her chin
Stripped bare and dragged into the open,
For all to see the poison win

2. Apokalyptikon

Give ear, O ye heavens and I will speak-
And hear, O earth, the words of my mouth
For I have been granted the sight of a god!
The strength of a mountain and the will of a flood
Moons fear my shadow and suns envy my glare
I am the great shift: the great transformation of the spheres...
First light of the last day

Behold O ye heavens as I ignite –
And see O earth, the flames of my throat –
For I have been given dominion over the ancient embers,
The glands of liquid rock
And the chasms of the world –
I am the burning shroud pf the end-times,
The raging torch of the final dawn....
First flame of the last pyre – Here and now begins the age of fire.

Give ear, O ye heavens and I will speak –
And hear, O men the crack of my whip
For I have been granted the vision of a great throne!
A great seat of stone and of pale tyrannic might:
A hundred winters wide and a thousand funerals high –
I am the crown of destruction, the golden god of life and death....
First wound of the last hour.

Give ear, O heavens and I will speak –
And hear O earth the words of my mouth
The stutter of my thunder and the roar of my doubt
For I have been struck with the rod of clarity,
Hewn asunder by Ocram's rusty axe –
The hymns are fading: I fall and I bleed, while cursing the fact...
That it was just a dream
The crown is melting; I fall to my knees while cursing the fact
That it was just a dream
I fall to my knees while cursing the fact
That it was just a dream
I fall to my knees while cursing the fact

3. In Here

In here, the glass has no hour –
In here, the shadow has lost its length
In here, our old spells are void of power:
The hand of credence has lost its strength

Beast of burden or wolf without fear?
All the same, we are all lambs in here.

In here, no hymn is worth reciting:
The vault of heaven has been reshaped

All the teachings of the land can now be fit into this hand
All the dogmas of the world can now be fit into this pearl

In here, the maps bring no meaning
In here, your symbols have lost their weight
In here, the air itself is bleeding
For we have come to watch reality break

We must now teach the self how to die –
We must explode in imploding genocide

In here, no creed is worth upholding
The ancient lodestar has been replaced

Now, embrace the merging of the Nothing and the I
For in order to be reborn something has to die.

In here, all wings smell life falling
In here, death has a different taste
In here, all fears will keep evolving
Until the world has won back its shape

And soon, vast demons will move freely in our midst
Verily I say into you:
They will not be as promised

In here, no ghost is worth chasing
The image of God has been defaced
All the preachings of the land –
Can now be fit into this hand
All the dogmas of the world –
Can now be fit into this pearl

All the teachings of the earth
Can now be uttered with one word –
All the doctrines of the world
Can now be fit into this urn

4. Children of the Urn

Forgotten ash, children of the urn;
Lifeless song from lifeless choir,
Unavenged ghosts begging to return
As foreshadows of holy anger
Silhouettes of wrath divine –
I am the moth of demonic hunger
That ageless thirst for the poisoned wine –
The grave is feeding, devouring; inhaling whirls of life,
As monuments of stone and copper are being raised along my spine

Now rise and sing with joy, for I come...

With glad tidings of pious ire and gospels of rushing death
A lump of flesh evolved by fire and with blunt trauma blessed –
I am the shadow, the great ox standing upon your chest,
As the last ride is growing higher –
Never again shall the flood rest

Anthems of ash
Nothing left to burn
Long-dead psalm from long-dead fire –
Faith beyond death:
Children of the urn

In heatless rites of absolution and inverted alchemy
Shall I turn these angels of prostitution
Into demons of chastity
For I am winter, the blind snow!
Yes I am the dead tree
But only that which was never born
Can truly be considered free

And every eye shall bleed and then shut.

So, take this bell and ring it in the darkness;
Stand and greet its backwards dawn
Give praise and sing for the blind with gladness,
While I unhinge my jaws
The boils are bleeding, festering – Does Job fear God for naught?
Or will we find the light revealing
That in this realm I am but a thought?

Now gather round, for I come...
With a new light from an old tongue

5. Hooks of Hunger

He that hath eyes to see, let him see
And he that hath ears to hear, let him hear,
The gospel of the great bleeding ahead:
The rage of the unborn and
The wrath of the dead
For have we not sold their bonds
For shreds of false fulfillment?

Yes, we have sold their bonds for pleasure!
And we have sold their blood for hollow sounds of laud....
Ancient holy essence for puffs of weightless gold –
Yes weightless is the coin of Satan:
Weightless is its dead warmth

Would you know the Devil if Hell was a place of comfort?
Would you know damnation if Hell was a state of satisfaction?
In flames of risk-free battle, would you know the Devil
If Hell was a bed of unearned rest?
Would you know who to blame if Hell was
A ball of flesh kept in place....with hooks of hunger?

He that hath eyes to see, let him see
And he that hath blood to bleed, let him bleed
For have we not sold our veins for barren chants of praise?
All that you hold must be paid for again

And again our scars must be counted
And again our truths must stand up and gird for war
All smiles must be measured and weighed on scales of woe
Would you know the Devil if Hell was a vault of latent deeds?

Would you know who to praise if Hell was
A wreath of lust torn from grace...with hooks of hunger?

6. Deiform

In these yet mortal hands
The seed of the Deiform
Earthly keys for heavenly doors:
Divine maul for gateless walls
Creations lamp no longer hidden
Oh, glorious light of the forbidden

For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof,
Then your eyes shall be opened and ye shall be as gods

For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof,
Then your eyes shall be opened as ye shall be as gods

On this yet-harmless tongue,
The secrets of the universe
Unsung chasms form and reform:
Unsung light guards the eye of the storm

And that light shall replace our lungs
And our psalms will become as suns

Cantate Domino canticum novum
Cantate et benedicite nomini eius

For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof,
Then your eyes shall be opened as ye shall be as gods
...knowing good and evil

7. Into Ashes

Shapeless clusters of temples turned into pyres
Twisted crown of a nation thrown into the fire
Numb and crippled by the poisoned song of the masses
With tears of joy we shall watch it fall into the abyss

But a new song shall rise
From the dirt
That will awaken the fires
Of the rebirth

Crumbling altars of gods reduced into vermin
Barren echoes from when leading turned into herding
Deformed offspring of a people sworn to the madness
With eyes aglow, we shall watch it plunge into darkness

But a new song shall rise...
From the mud that will restore the might...of the blood

Stones of false glow to sink us deep into slumber
For fear that these coils of shame should turn into hunger
Stones of false weight to grind our teeth into fine dust
In case these loops of hate should suddenly turn into blood lust

But a new song shall rise
From the dirt that will awaken the fire... of the rebirth

Shapeless cluster of temples turned into pyres
Twisted crown of a nation thrown into the fire
Numb and crippled by the poison song of the masses,
With tears of joy we shall watch it fall into the abyss

But a new song shall rise
From the mud that will restore the might...of the blood







FUNERAL MIST LYRICS