Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song II (Penance) , by - Fen. Song from the album Winter, in the genre Release date: 09.03.2017
Record label: Aural
Song language: English
II (Penance) |
| That humiliating arbitrary adjudicator |
| Your cruelty builds in an endless cycle of decrepitude |
| Skin slackens with each passing second |
| Flesh weakens and softens |
| Bones stiffen in agony |
| Dreams dissolve |
| Hopes slough |
| A blackened pulp of deepest despair |
| A mind enfeebled and afraid |
| Gazes back upon a path of waste and regret |
| Gazes ahead only to the cold and to the empty |
| All will fall |
| All will fail |
| All will fall |
| All will fail |
| And so with each heavy, broken-backed step I inch closer to my reckoning |
| Sinews stiff, sloughing, sagging |
| Resonating with slow decay like catgut strings |
| Draped across a stave of rotting timber |
| The cathedral looms… Tearing, oppressive, stentorian |
| Cries once echoed in the chapels of cold stone |
| Where cowled figures dripped with feverish piety |
| And candles of reverence flickered in the torpid darkness of unanswered prayers |
| Stoic monolith that bleeds black redemption |
| Onyx shroud shed like skin |
| Penance driven into the maw of the soil |
| Stygian crust that chokes on the carcasses of the forgotten |
| There is no room here |
| Suffocation… Rejection… |
| A hopeless soul slithers in vapid vestibules |
| Echoes |
| Silhouettes |
| Fading notions of what once breathed false proclamations |
| Granite shaped by the echoes of supplication |
| Myriad visages gaze in judgement |
| A solemn phalanx stands as one |
| One singular totem of accusation |
| Choral, somnolent striking the marrow |
| Of a soul laced with corrosive regret |
| Guilty — Pathetic — Cringing |
| Crushed by stone |
| Withering within the inquisition cloisters |
| The last shreds of waning hope thus scatter |
| I cannot see what lurks within these sepulchral shadows |
| Emanating whispers of a thousand past condemnations |
| One thousand past condemnations! |
| Freezing hands reach — coiling, cloying |
| My name is but dust |
| And I flee again |