Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Amongst the Phantoms of Abandoned Tumbrils, artist - Sigh. Album song In Somniphobia, in the genre Прогрессив-метал
Date of issue: 11.03.2012
Record label: Candlelight, Tanglade Ltd t
Song language: English
Amongst the Phantoms of Abandoned Tumbrils |
I walk among the creeping hours |
Towards the cemetery gate |
Where death rattles purr |
From ulcerous mouths agape |
Past pits of tangled limbs |
Fingers pointing to godless skies |
Tumbrils of still expressions |
And faceless grinning skulls |
Ay soul is cleaned of joy |
By the reaping hook of hell |
I am lost in lamenting fog |
That none can dispel |
In melting murmurs of my regrets |
I fade into the un-pierced shade |
To fold my palms across my chest |
And lowered into the yawning grave |
I have become darkness profound |
Laid to rest in shallow grave |
My redundant flesh obscure and foul |
The lid unmoved with coffin nail |
I watch my corpse yonder blazing |
Livid flame and sparkles dire |
Bitter ash of cremated remains |
My soul a doleful shade afire |
I pray for suicide |
To never wake from my bed |
But how can I die |
When I am already dead |
Bring out your dead withered skin |
Bring out your dead languid limbs |
Bring out your dead withered skin |
Bring out your dead withered limbs |
Under hell’s burning rafters |
And solemn brimstone pyres |
Passed dark Satanic mills |
Of the infernal funeral firestone |
To wander the hills of Hades |
And the grim embrace of day |
My spirit formless and cold |
To drown in gluttonous decay |
I see silhouettes of laughter |
On fiery mound of hollow repine |
Where hueless wraiths casts spells |
Of Orphean sorrow unfeigned |
(Narration) |
My guts spilled forth like eels |
Slithering from a ruptured sack, this |
Loathsome plague has come with the |
Chilling gripe of sorrow to drag me |
Into the dreadful din of sulphurous |
Torment and here I shall remain |
Until the hour glass of time cracks |
I am the unveiled stillness of |
Mouldering bones, the bloodless |
Lustrous gloom where no flesh walks |
I am the wisp of foul shade |
Which the foul grave exhales from the |
Inwoven darkness |
What have I become! |
why do I |
Wander beyond death? |
Only the |
Wreath on my grave marks my life |
Once lived |
Doleful knell of dewy twilight |
Casting chimes into infernal tomb |
Where echoes of wrought dread |
Assail the vaulted gloom |
From dreary pits of dreamless sleep |
To the uncharted Stygian shores |
I wear the skin of the dying |
Enwreathed with ulcerous sores |
I gaze into the swooning deep |
And fathomless waters of dis |
This friendless dolorous solitude |
Of thronging foul abyss |
I see silhouettes of laughter |
On fiery mound of hollow repine |
Where hueless wraiths casts spells |
Of Orphean sorrow unfeigned |
Under hell’s burning rafters |
And solemn brimstone pyres |
Passed dark Satanic mills |
Of the infernal funeral firestone |
To wander the hills of Hades |
And the grim embrace of day |
My spirit formless and cold |
To drown in gluttonous decay |
I ride the riven wave of evermore |
Through frowning austere chasms |
Astride dread phantoms pale |
And mute enwinged phantasms |
I pray for suicide |
To never wake from my bed |
But how can I die |
When I am already dead |
Kill me twice again |
Bury me alive in earthen grave |
Burn my flesh to floating ash |
And watch my remains fly away |
Kill me thrice |
Drown me in tomb girdled ground |
Silence my assiduous wails |
So that I no more make make |
A sound |
Bring out your dead |
Bring out your dead |
Bring out your dead |
Bring out your dead |
Bring out your dead |
Bring out your dead |