Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Onward Where Most With Ravin I May Meet, artist - Deathspell Omega. Album song The Synarchy Of Molten Bones, in the genre
Date of issue: 23.04.2018
Record label: NoEvDiA
Song language: English
Onward Where Most With Ravin I May Meet |
In secretest conveyance, I say |
Forfeit all tongues to Death as hitherto |
They maintained the memory of the prime Architect |
And welcome instead, with yells and hysteria |
The language, mockery of the Logos |
That tastes bitter ashes alike |
And mimics exploding hiss |
By repetition, incantation and privation of the psyche |
Thou shalt summon words that to the mind are bane |
And forevermore close your soul to the heavenly stars |
You may lament aloud: |
Dawn shall henceforth rise within a suffocating tomb |
Among all carnage present and past |
Only one grave matters |
Hollow and hopelessly out of reach |
The Grave of Singularity |
Over which weeps the Mother of All |
Saddened unto Death |
The further the abasement of Man, the more |
He thinks of himself as angelic throng |
Just and saintly! |
Thou shalt celebrate the unquestionable perfection |
Of this world without end |
In which Life faces dissolution |
With ceaseless Prayers, degenerate Song |
And obsequious discipline |
For thy flesh is nothing |
But a receptacle for Law ironclad |
Ever since thy volition sunk |
Into the deepest of Abysses! |
Thou shalt accept thy Revelation |
As your beginning and your end |
All other things you are to abjure with spite! |
What thy Lord commands with repulsive voice |
Tolerates neither addition nor love, nor faith |
Only prevenient submission and servitude |
To the utmost limits of the fearful self! |
Thou shalt reap lush reward |
For taking that solemn oath… |
Thy heart shall breed the larvae of plagues |
And depletion will complement dearth |
In thy hapless pursuit of a merciful void |
See? |
Thy faith is not void of wonders! |
O Father! |
Intros! |
Witness thou anon! |
The rotten splendor of what once was thy realm |
Now shivering at the black threshold of the grave |
Deprived of the compass of duality |
Hence wretched and drowning in tenfold confusion |
Death, adorned with refined rags |
Parades endlessly in a mimicry of Life |
As innumerable crowds flagellate themselves |
In delirious adoration |
The malformed progeny of Sin and Virtue |
Reeks of such outrage to the Universe |
That even Titans flee submerged with nausea |
Lacking the strength to face this crime |
Which contains all crimes as one! |