LANTERN LYRICS

1. Black Miasma

In the swamp by the lakeside
In the leaden skies' unrest
A heart lay solely beating
At an eldritch behest

Listen them sing when the moon's ablaze!

Where sombre trees bow grandly upon dark gates of moss
He reached out for a secret that should have remained lost

...He hailed his grave

Heed this tale of him who heard the lunatic refrain
Now consumed by the black earth - never to be seen again

From his dying womb his foul remembrance crawled the firth
A roiling plague, his shadow thick - miasmal afterbirth

Black miasma over fields of red

Condemned to contain the virulent curse in him;
His asylum inside the lungs of townsmen

Black death to make them revel and sing
A hundred-voice hymn dying

Spawning from the water
Stirring from the spring of bones
Leaking from the cracks of earth
The pestilential fog enthroned

In the echoes of their dying chant
In the dirges of their souls nearing death
At the dawn of their new renaissance
Lowered lies the conqueror's wreath

Black death over fields of red

...And their chant goes on and on and on...

2. Sleeper Of Hypnagog

On through the sleeper's lair...
This vestibule of bones
The dream-like lion's den
His serpentine abode
A way one only fares
At lucidity's end
And the death of comprehension -
The sleeper's time of wake

A convict of coercing silence
Trapped I am, inside these bowels rendered dead and timeless
Gatekeeper: how long must my shade still lengthen?
"Ceaselessly... until thou findst redemption at His altar"

Pledge thy vow... without retreating thy glance
Kneel and bow... with purest obeisance
In the dead of the night... succumb to the cult
By the killer's sight... thy blood is bound to halt

Absorbed by that which calls me, voicelessly
The dread that lies beyond what my eyes can see...
Restlessly, like waiting for an axe
To take a swing and chop my head off
I squirm and tremble

Is this where I shall witness my last?
Is this the way my days are bound to pass away;
In despair and solemnly aghast?

A black chime airs, paving way for an ungodly mass

The hour drawing nigh, I feel it in my bones
It's calling me inside... the nightmare's heart and soul
To doze the violent dreams in the sleeper's stead -
The predator unchained from its depths

My path leads on through honeycombed flesh corridors
My vanquished soul in this living death's undertow;
In desolation, my ashen lips in an averse moan
I lay down on a stone with bloodstains

...My eyes 'come heavier

And into the night my struggling fades
My bane in this ritual deep inside my brain
A whisper the knife that cuts the weak bonds
Of rapture and pure agony

...The lion roars

3. Hosting Yellow Fungi

Beneath the coffin's lid
Within the skull
Trapped in the ribcage
Coursing in-scapula
In worm-eaten sockets
And maggot-gnawed fingertips
In the dirt under toenails
An essence still perseveres

Face death and taste the fear;
Just rot to feel and rot to hear

The labyrinth of veins
The walls of your lungs
Your loin once so fruitful
Your muscles and cerebra
The fractured membranes
The chamber in your heart's stead
This whole collapsing temple
By myriad fungi devoured

And faster than you drift on
The foul yellow plague takes hold of you

4. Cleansing Of The Air

"Follow me into the flames
Take leave of your eroding remains
And out from this bodily masquerade"

"Out from this cold
Staleness and warmth
...Into the void
Into the astral embrace
The end of your strains;
The shadowless plane awaits

"So come forth, my servant:
Let us hereby commence
The cleansing of the air!"

Meanwhile in its mold, the flesh lies still
Coldly waiting for its weight to descend in the deep
Yet further in the waste behind those eyes
The fragments seek, like moths seek flames
To immaterialize... and shatter away

In a requiem of pale voices
A funerary anointment for the deceased
A ceremony foregone within
To disband of earthly chains

Across thresholds black, in effulgent halos' glare
As an invitation back into the fleshless herd
Disguised in muted voices, in otherworldly prayers
The redeemer sounds the bell to sanctify the air
...Upon the death of form diffusing into the state of nonbeing

"Embrace me, o son of sacred spirit
Embrace me like a vial must embrace the weight of wine
And observe as we degenerate the altar
Set fire to the mercurial veils between all times

Thirsty and unfeeling, my coven lies
We shall strike down and lacerate with ever-hungry knives
Drink the blood of the heart, gouge out the eyes
And separate the limbs, for now thou must stand and rise
In death undying, to face and receive the divine"

In the cleansing of the air
Dissolution absolute
Exorcism of the shape
The carcass thriving
With the strangest of fruit

...Thus sounds the bell its solemn tone
As one embarks for home

5. Necrotic Epiphanies

6. Transmigration

A simple picture - people mourning
At the grave of a recently lost one
I laughed, they cried
Obscure clouds applied to the sky
While outside in the fall night
Past the funeral - the glimpse of a black cat
The same mist now fast applied
Someone late came to life

The funeral was over and I had to admit
That more than sorrow in the air to rid
The presence of madness and the coldness of death
In my head like the reapers laurel leaf wreath

There’s only fear and darkness to devour
The underworld - transmigration

Nightmares arrive and won’t go by
Sleep won’t divide my day from my night
In my broken mind death may die
There’s no light

In my room a dark cloud swallows the light
In my stead just two eyes with but darkness in sight
In my arms a passed love - a grave for my bed
In my head the voices of the spirit of the dead

There’s only fear and darkness to devour - the underworld

Nightmares arrive and won’t go by
Sleep won’t divide my day from my night
In my broken mind death may die
There’s no light

In my mind, even death may die
In the light of the underworld...

7. Virgin Damnation

Joint depression, this congregation of the foul
The ceremony of unlight, where the wrongful are called
A child’s step weavers, as fragile as their souls
At the threshold of misfortune; here you don’t belong

Don’t bring them here in the warmth of damnation there's more joy

Bring a knife and a chalice, bring the virgin of grail
Strip her to shatters of void to haunt in between the aisles
All once pure is now lost, forged to null and stale

Never again speak with words to me
Your blood means nothing to me
Never again look at the face of him
Your blood means nothing to him

Don’t bring them here in the warmth of damnation there's more joy

8. Morphosis

9. Lucid Endlessness

Dark matter from timeless streams
This flux of souls redeemed
Through black holes woven
In between the wake and the dream
Amorphous in silver seas
Coalescent in surreal
Like mercury, my essence slowly dispersing

Here I gaze upon the deep, enormous outer reach
Whence projected lay demons born within
Here I face my suffering;
My fears, my mortal grief
My prospects, hopes and dreams;
All drowned as callously

Deep down in the seething, hoary depths
The lips of the orifice of rebirth
Disgustingly they throb

Watching terrors, one by one
Emerge in raw and unimpeded violence
With the rage of suns
Succumbing to the bane to come;
In fragments nowhere-bound
I linger on in halls of stained vermillion

I join as one with nightmares old as stars of Scorpius
My being but a torch in the strange horizon
Debris caught in a cyclone: nothing I am, no more
No walls remain to seal the endless cold

Deprived of the "I"
In a mercurial insight
Of this cosmic womb, of all times
Of worlds designed to die

On through the cold view
The silver endlessness
Nothing... nowhere
As in a dream
Reaching for death

...A sombre descent lies ahead
The outer reach brooding like a tumour over me
And with the ardour of a snake hunting for prey
The salivating orifice lay lusting to swallow my being

The struggles vain:
The aspirations for a higher entity
Now slipping out of reach
Into bowels of flesh
Disintegrated by the reek
The acidity of the earthly decree
In a storm of carnal need
The true crown withers away

Fleeting... seething...
The impregnation of the soul
Into measurable forms
Of mortal existence

Sleeping... breathing...
The parasitic embryo
Shaping in the foetal mould
Gathering its strength
For eating through
The vaginal phlegm
To be reborn





LANTERN LYRICS