Absence
When the living subverts
When it is a truth in itself
When there is no higher purpose than to be
To dischord this common Word
To a seething mass of dread
To embrace this darkened ecstasy
When there is no higher purpose than to be
To dischord this common Word
The rage of the damned and persecuted
Their seeing eyes as trophies for a sightless throne
Building and smoldering with violent promise
Like claws set to rend a deathly reality
Like a blade forged to split a hateful unity
This war bursts forth from mouths of flame
Shattered teeth, soaring words, hell untamed
To crucify the sanctity of suffering forever
To carve a nihill for this false abyss
Artifice devoured
A silent inward gasp
Exorcise the world spirit
All that is ancient and crooked
So that light can burst forth in its absence
A thousand secret springs of wildfire
For the daemon champions of this earth
A thousand secret springs of wildfire
For the daemon champions of this earth
To compete for such divinity
A phantasmagorical emanation
A man-made sphere of inclusion and exile
To compete for such divinity
A phantasmagorical revelation
A mandrake root which burgeons and crawls
Fear turns the thorns inward
Spectral spires and pits
De profundis, the deception calls
Aeons' shadow values
Raised on power and fear
When the living subverts
When it is a truth in itself
When there is no higher purpose than to be
To dischord this common Word
To a seething mass of dread
To embrace this darkened ecstasy
When there is no higher purpose than to be
To dischord this common Word
Trample this dire deity, this broken entity
Of lust, dread, awe
A loss of life, a defiant triumph.
Vengeance a duty, a protection to mar
Vengeance