Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In The Narrow Confines Of Defilement, artist - Goatwhore. Album song A Haunting Curse, in the genre
Date of issue: 04.09.2006
Record label: Metal Blade Records
Song language: English
In The Narrow Confines Of Defilement |
Devourment of ghost |
Sacrifice in homage to reject this mercy |
Cruelty to consume the vitality beneath the flesh |
Legacy of the funeral |
Allow this body of the soulless to be raised as great gate |
Channeling the chambers of blood to bring his rebirth |
Shaping this myth within a lunatics mind |
No forgiveness attained |
Alive within this altar of flesh |
Forever to be this restraint in promised pain |
Veins are emptied and embalmed with the appetite of betrayal |
Speechless lips are removed to invoke the words of the dead |
Infestation of belief that promised broken lies |
These ties with the unholy came true before these eyes |
Take these hands of betrayal and succumb to the defiance of death |
Lying in the arms of the sick, kissing this seduction of spilling blood |
The reality in promised faith now lies imprisoned in dark shrines |
Breathing out these streams of blood, this horror grows inside |
These fears await the butchers knife |
On wings of steel a soul will rise |
Methods of enslaving of the absolute |
For the degrading of eternity |
Blessed in the grasp of desecrated rites |
This fearless journey to resurrect |
Upon countless years weve died |
Etched scars in the skin of the attained |
The lifeless reborn once again |
Addiction in this infernal flame |
Surface this unclean soul as mouths of the underworld speak through wounds |
The regeneration of silenced pureness is strangled by intestines |
In halls of the confined this silence dies |
By avenging screams seeds of life cease |
Amnesty in the corrupt |
This black consumes the mind |
The paleness of the eyes |
This sight is content in submergence |
Emerged from stripped flesh |
Arise from the shell of god |
Flood waters of the baptized engulfing life to give birth to the cold of hell |
Self indulgence in the creation of perverse fear |
Hands now made tools of surgery |
Sinister ways of salvation |
Dissection of this savior |
Released from the calling of sighs |
Succumb to this arrogance in these words that dominate |
Blood runs beneath these eyes |
Entrance to the skull we find sickness of life |
Now march to the sounds of funeral cries |