Bird of Stone Wings

Lyrics: Jamie Marsh. Music: Stuart Prickett. I: Beast Man without law His sulfur kingdom of the blind Kill them all, their miserable lives Slaughter of the innocence Prodigal father exudes grace II: Blood and Roses Diabolical domain Cruel with intensions of madness Harvest the spirits of the dead Dripping with blood filled tears Dead man who walks eternal is alone His endless beauty cut to ribbons Ritual desire, blissful games won III: Diseased Disgustingly deformed birth Sickness and disease he gives The haunting scarlet formed Mutant cunts, rotten faces Amputation of the soul No mouths to speak Gifts of torture welcomed Emotional chaos, parallax views Death upon the earth given pleasure IV: Vanity His vanity vile, the egotist unequalled Mirror of the beast Chronicles of Mort have begun Dynasty of the master Torturer of a thousand generations comes You're going to die V: Death Fear in gods children exposed Evaporating life, walking sick Wounds calling for self destruction Deadly shadow of the killing spree Feed me, taste me Destroy his memories, now dead Children of the dark born VI: Ulcer Man You walk behind Dead inside and falling Silence now found Beast of the apocalypse Tears of man obsessed

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

Lyrics: Beau Dyer. Music: Stuart Prickett. Arrived at last but soon to part An envenomed arrow healed mine heart Chase did I nymphs 'neath sullied tree Bound by aesthetic ideology Angel faced yet devil wrought Not of worth yet dearly bought Surprise in the western hills Lake of sand to drink your fill Iron shod yet light as air Lost all 'twas dear without a care By hell or highwater it will be done By blazing moon, reflective sun The darkened music that I see Mortally wounded finally free Sink beneath the twofold depths For they giveth life yet stealeth death.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

Lyrics: Beau Dyer. Music: Stuart Prickett. Though moon will set 'ware thee the dawn For sunrise will become And simple needs thou haveth not Though grow you old to young And 'ware thee of the honey-tongued Caressing you with guile By dawn we must be far from here Though yet we stay awhile Though the years were planned ahead Never knew quite what to do For when I asketh for the mockingbird They gaveth me the shrew And yea! I heard it when you called me But was stone-cast; stunned and blind For when the star fell back into the sky Alas, it ate my mind.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

Lyrics: Beau Dyer. Music: Stuart Prickett. Like a madman Who beats a dead horse I have wasted centuries Looking for something That doesn't exist But no more I have cut out my fucking eyes I have searched until I fell But there were no ivory towers Only this unyielding stone wall Like the carrion crow Who bewails the dead sheep I have wasted centuries Sowing shut the eyes of the blind But no more For I have breached the castle wall.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

Lyrics: Stuart Prickett. Music: Stuart Prickett. Within storm filled skies That darken my dreamland My night eyes stare I witness the downtrodden In halls of sorrow the passionless mingle Clad in life's despair all around is dying Vast oceans of grief call my name Rivers of sorrow, chasms of hate Forbidden realms to conquest The quest eternal In darkening fields I run Through the fabled land of night's domain Kingdom of divine reverence dying Its putrid air caresses me And the lunar mountains darken... Onwards I tread through unworn paths of night The gnarled woods greet my eyes, an unreal dreamscape I embark on my quest to save my dreamland The final light of its existence is fading The lunar mountains beckon me forward The final truth is there for me to find They speak to me in my dreams Now my own reality.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

Lyrics: Beau Dyer. Music: Andrew Habib, Stuart Prickett. The last hand has been dealt In this game of cards played with jokers And the hand? The hand I took with me Though it left a crimson trail So follow if you will. The last stand has been made, Made into something That no longer resembles a stand Of myself? I stood until my legs gave way Though none were approaching. The last nut has been cracked At this table I built for myself And the nut? Has become a dagger It was not what it was cracked up to be So cut the cards.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025

Lyrics: Jamie Marsh. Music: Stuart Prickett, Beau Dyer, Hamish Gould. Assemble savage machines With erstwhile morbidity Allow thee certain substance that I adore Kiss my blood compassionately So alone within leviathan's flood Exotic world that lies within Transcendence reflected in anti-life Orgasm of sin's mutilated promise Loathing life's charming fury Infernal secrets riddled with glee Sing to them, elixir obtained forever Handled with rising madness Unspeakable misery bleeds The fires of earth 'till its rebirth Granted silence through the dark But cursed from the entrance above The stars masturbate jealously With wings of blissful gifts Where sleeping shadows wake And pseudo midnight lies Covered in lunacy, the sower of destinies Prostitute the carvings, the souls Painful cuts through the mirror Calling the sought after highs I crucifier of planets, iris of pain Dead star of stone, in hooves of fire Their undying waltz Please divest my wings of hate Black laced eucharist, blue agaves Wall of humankind's latent image Festival of death for all to see Weavers serenade speaking in tongues Treacherous intimacy within stone wings.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025