Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Human Murmuration, artist - Archspire. Album song Relentless Mutation, in the genre
Date of issue: 21.09.2017
Record label: Season of Mist
Song language: English
Human Murmuration |
I was the first to discover what hid in those red windows |
The one I found there tried hard to survive |
A child riddled with teeth sprouting randomly |
All over his body except in his rotting mouth |
Was taken |
By us |
To our lab |
«Us» meaning myself |
As well as the assistants I had |
Instructing me of a mission through |
A distant telepathic channel |
Running directly out from their compound and into my brain |
Referring to themselves as the A.U.M |
I was to bring the body back to my quarters |
And await instruction |
Not an easy task, to transport it |
Strapping it down to a gurney I dragged it through the alley |
Unfortunate casualties noticed me |
Using any tools around at that time, to keep them quiet |
An iron pipe |
A broken bottle |
Or a jagged piece of brick or stone |
I should not continue to delineate this any longer |
At one point I had to fake my death |
Until the witness made a close inquiry |
At that time I had to use the less effective |
Weapons that were born onto me |
With old teeth and leather hands |
I took an ear and then an eye |
I focused force around their skull |
To keep them mute during attempts |
To yell for aid, until they fell |
A.U.M. |
made it painfully clear, I was to bring the body back |
Or I would be forced to witness the drop of black again |
I cannot begin to describe |
The horror of viewing this maddening drop |
For the memory bleeds |
Too deep into my own |
That the mere thought alone starts to unravel my frayed reality |
Giving way to its ominous ability to shape |
And adapt my thought and vision |
It is beginning to happen now |
I finally have the body safe inside |
After the abduction, after the viewing of The Drip |
A building had been left to me by relatives |
Across the ocean that it overlooked |
Or so I was told |
Often I try to recall what endeavours I pursued previous to this |
Yet to no avail |
That part of my memory blurs in my mind |
Like a fresh painted canvas left out in a thunderstorm |
I watch through my window as it melts |
Fading all the memories I kept |
Only A.U.M. |
here |
They are conducting human murmuration |
From the liquid in his bones |
They raise the dead to fly together |
I watch through my window as it melts |
Fading all the memories I kept |
Only A.U.M. |
here |
They are conducting human murmuration |
From the liquid in his bones |
They raise the dead to fly together |
I circle with them in the shroud |
The winged ones and I |
Falling off their wind, I waken |
With unworldly castings burned into my eyes |
Intermittent logic in a daze of violent hyper gliding |
They are conducting human murmurations |
From the liquid in his bones |
They raise the dead to fly together |
I woke from my dream on the floor of the factory |
In a nest made of black feathers that were alive |
Somehow |
Every hollow quill |
Had filled up |
With the |
Rotting |
Child’s |
Living |
Marrow |
Each one serving as a needle to inject in each new body |
In this nest A.U.M. |
made it clear |
I was to bring more corpses back to life |
Or be forced to witness the drop of black again |
Every night while in fever I’ve taken |
A new pallet of bone to vein to infect and release |