Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Coalescing the Void , by - Symbolik. Song from the album Emergence, in the genre Release date: 09.04.2020
Record label: The Artisan Era
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Coalescing the Void , by - Symbolik. Song from the album Emergence, in the genre Coalescing the Void |
| Grobbed him by the throat, ripped out his tongue |
| While his colleagues sit bound and gagged in their own making |
| Their low grunts and muffled words echo pleas of mercy |
| Through a hollow mind |
| Attached to a callused soul |
| Pursuing disastrous designs |
| I am here to present to you an ugly piece of truth |
| Your lives have been fantastic, now it’s time you’ve been removed |
| Distasteful to say the least, swine upon the throne |
| At last, I’ve been waiting for this moment |
| When I would have you all within my grasp, where unfulfilled fantasies will |
| manifest |
| As he peels away their fingernails, he starts to laugh |
| Then with a menacing display, he spoke aloud |
| Nothing short of the voice of god can save you now |
| And the rest of you shall follow |
| Stainless fangs will lick |
| Crimson tears from your cheeks |
| One by one he dissects slowly |
| Such attention to detail, a prosperous future to jade |
| Terror emitting from his pores |
| Hysterical and lost inside his fascinations |
| Are you not entertained? |
| Are those wounds suffocating your lungs? |
| As the last of your vile pack of rats, I will show you your true desolation |
| Come with me into the lake of oblivion |
| Take a drink from this chalice of demise, you gluttonous slave |
| Praising your numbers |
| Gloating about the threads within your sheets |
| On your jewel encrusted magic carpet ride |
| You’re the finest cut of all the meats |
| But behold a true sight of greatness |
| Cloaked and cold in his ominous approach |
| Shadows gather and merge within his wake |
| Where the light of day will never shine again |
| Something’s awry |
| Proceeding with the final steps of his elaborate operation |
| He’s distracted by the faintest sound |
| A voice of some sort or more of a whisper |
| He cannot locate the sound |
| In a frantic he turns the room to ruin |
| Collapse under psychosis |
| Then the whisper demands with authority, «Rise!» |
| Behold! |
| In your vacuous vessel you have lost the soul |
| That identifies with anything you have ever known |
| Only echoes in you now |
| The ultimate defect has been realized |
| Unleashed upon the world, blocked is the way of your return |
| You’ve committed to this disaster and a grave path you’ve earned |
| You forfeit your life unto me and in my chains is where you’ll stay |
| As a slave to every horror known to man |
| Every night the same dream, different faces but the same conclusion |
| I’m infused with lunacy and this I’ve become certain of |
| If I sit still enough I can still feel the echoes |
| Shaking what is left of this shell, as if the time froze |
| The voice again rose |
| You never will advance unless |
| You coalesce the void |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| In Servitude of Silence | 2020 |
| Augury of Ancients | 2020 |
| Dirge of All Creation | 2020 |