The fires of the civilized world?sparkle in the evening shade The comforts warm the creatures She made? Leeches form the webs?that provide their peace
Astral servitors drone Upon horns and pipes in sonorous monotone To announce the Old Ones? arrival As the portal yawns from the bowels of the void Screaming
Once I was a mortal man Now I traverse the realms beyond The material plane is but a crossroads The epicenter of a temporal abyss. Anchored by the webs
Surely they must know that the end is near The locusts breed, infesting eyes and ears Civilization lies in ruin beneath a cold sun The tempest has torn
Darkness descends from the firmament Shredding winds sever the lifelines Unbound in torment ? these victims of sentience They mourn the scattered fragments
Bathed in brine, drowned by time A place where the titans submerged Downtrodden seas, home to scores of debris Where Mother?s nightmares converged.
Born from the ancient void Spiritual Dementia Called by congregation Blinded by faith. Reverence and destruction Strife and mass production Bred for
[Part I: Violent Fecundity] A gift for humanity My violent fecundity The Harvest Time has come to be I lay the world to rest. Mortals pleading for release
Millenia of systematic slaughter Bodies populating the outer crust of the scorched earth Cremation crusades sprayed ashes unto the water Tormented soldiers
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, fo yo sorrows In my chair as I sit back Smiling from ear to ear With a fistful of your girlfriend's hair Yes, she'll blow one tonight fo yo sorrows
's why I'm drowning my sorrows Facing lonely tomorrows Drowning my sorrows In an ocean of tears My broken heart keeps recalling As my teardrops keep falling That I'm drowning my sorrows
mind My love is gone, left me behind All my sorrows soon forgotten Only one thing that money can't buy True love that will never die All my sorrows soon
True love that will never die All my sorrows soon forgotten Carefree lovers down country lanes Don't know my grief, can't feel my pain All my sorrows
This evening the moon dreams more lazily As some fair woman, lost in cushions deep With gentle hand caresses listlessly The contour of her breasts before
, naming the sorrow you've seen Too many bad times, too many sad times Nobody knows what you mean Chorus: But if somehow you could pack up your sorrows
First touch and listen I light the light She'll come in blushes so I must hide Make sure on pages, we never die In blue there's changes that never stray
up your sorrows And give them all to me You would lose them I know how to use them Give them all to me If somehow You could pack up your sorrows And