Dirge
Album • 2004
We've all failed to find the bliss Moon and sun bend into eclipse Blazing crescents, crooked crosses Banners hoisted by iron fists Concrete plains and headless trunks We've built here our horizon A billion wombs feeding tombs Sowing hate for one more... WAR WHILE WALLS RISE And shall the sky descend To smother this immense cry And shall the sky descend To give Earth silence And... WARMTH WHILE WORMS WAIL
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
How tall shall I grow? How deep Must I fall? Grains of sand Overflow North in all Nothing in all The great in the small Scary glimpse of infinite Fear breeds fear, stretching slit Aching breath pours sanity Seconds as centuries Hear the creaking of the wheel Inside me, quite unreal I make it spin, I make it scream Screams like sirens Screams like winds Like sirens, like winds All means suffering Watching that Halo growing dim In the flicker of their wings Deafening is the pain Pain as far as the eye can reach Stabbing the sky from dusk to dawn Waiting for stars to hit the ground Waiting for the Sun to heal my wound Sharp lines entwined, glowing thoughts Grab my brain, clutch my throat Push me close to a giddy void Whirling swarms and deadly thrills Poisoned feathers making spin Making scream The Birdies Wheel
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
Strobbing stars light the way to you Sparkling blades ripped your heart in two Scattered all along your wound Throbbing hums turning round and round Motherchaos release me Crippled angel, where have you been? So much void, so much things Is this life you gave me? All those shapes I cannot see I try to breathe, I have to learn 'Cause I know, into you I won't return Smell the heady scent of rust Frozen glare trapped inside She was the night spitting dusk Made of silk, made of dust A million suns never set These molecular threats Pulsing fear, lurking eye Motherchaos, one last time Womb - is where all things must cease Womb - peaceful home, never found Womb - is where all things shall cease Womb - is where all things have ceased
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025
The bright arch weep on our grief Corrosive breath Reddish trails lick the skin Gnawing rust Sickness flickers all around Poisoned wings draw rotting wounds Burned tissues, scorched lung Staring at a glaring sky Standing in those blinding lights Praying hands, fingers crossed Wait in vain For a brand new Christ...
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025
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