1. Dark Lung Of The Storm

in deranged sleep I dream of storms
returning from stricken fields
monumentally indifferent
unhindered by moral restraint

at my behest it'll all be grinded
down to the bare minerals
as the sky reverberates
like forests of gallows

the hillsides are in flames
remnants of past cosmic battles
like iron and rockslide
in the dark lung of the storm

perpetual fluctuations
of a threadbare empire
properly returned to the dirt
like the last of the black glaciers

2. Grave Dweller

you'll never learn
what the submerged suns,
the stones confined to the rivers
are all silent about

howling in the streams

the crest upon which you stood
among men wrapped
in filt blankets
stained and frayed
trapped between ravenous empires

make it crack, grave dweller
those dark caves
open mouths
flanked by the ash
of distant apocalypse

the ungraspable dead
roaming around unhinged
in a malcontent ore
flanked by the ash
of distant apocalypse

3. Hell's Lost Chambers

from the undergrowth
of the frozen red
his' eyes are howling
for your weight in silence

your lying life of approximations
lies still in the grave

and the distance rigged
in your undreaming eyes
is eternal, like hell's lost chambers

death looms in his laughter
like a brittle soliloquy

on your stance and retribution
whispered inwards
towards your deep ancestry

4. The Obscuration

heed the hellfire chatter
glimmering war of the undead
pulsating fear and dread
if my bones could rebel
in this diminishing horrid realm
in the cursed ground i dwell
my decayed relics are found
in the grasp of the earth
remembrance seeps through the mound
buried on a bastard graveyard
inextinguishable flare of death
frenzied demonic rest

ceaseless fluctuations of hell
contorted hammers chimes the bells
from every grave a rattling shade
is given vent to its rage

in a chasm of infinite lament
united in vile dissent
dead, restless and discontent
where are we free to roam
confined in a burning hole
eternally haunted souls
our decayed relics are found
in the grasp of the earth
remembrance seeps through the mound
exhumed on a bastard graveyard
inextinguishable flare of death
frenzied demonic rest

5. Demoniac Flow

there's a ferocious warmth
in lack of gesture
when it comes from below..
you hold me in a demoniac flow

the shade of you is ablaze
scorching trench in your chest
i watch your grace in
an eclipsed mirror
the great canyon roars
under me demoniac flow
the great canyon roars

under the yoke of new voids
settled on lost continents
in a gilded cage
in the frozen foreground

the shade of you is ablaze
scorching trench in your chest
i watch your grace in
an eclipsed mirror
the great canyon roars
the great canyon roars

6. Shades Ablaze

brake free from the clench
this diminishing glow
hovering over
ruins and bones

cracked open
illuminated within
...born into the broken
the last gasp of night

ash on my hands...
you've failed to reach me
i repel you
with gene-deep certainty

cracked open
illuminated within
...born into the broken
the last gasp of night

7. Mordant Wind

the tangible fabric
of your magnificence
truly fictitious
like your tender clasp
rusting shut

revisited on dark terrain
the silver underneath the moon
like a sardonic
undercurrent
seeking out your frigid heart

looking down from the crypt
on your past transgressive thrills
crawling on charnel ground

the beckoning quarry
of your stone plight
sliding rancid down the valley

from the ravishing heights
so lavishly adorned
by soaring graves

the vulture murmuration
observing..
eyes, like flashes in the dark

looking down on your crypt
on the gleaming
charnel ground

mordant wind!

how your lips peek
back from your teeth
towering guilt and fear
up the mordant wind

8. Cold Bone Grasp

wading through the lake of flames
the scratch of its frail caress
gorges of sinister depths
where souls wept

swirling in the fall
seismic ripples on the fields
the chanting black echoes
are pining for the shadows

uh!
common!

prehistoric worship resonates
in the great grey expanse
entangled and weighed down
by the lapse of time

the sand swallows up the men
the shriek of their cancelled eyes
shouting through the monuments
pining for the shadows

prehistoric worship resonates
in the great grey expanse
entangled and weighed down
in a cold bone grasp

9. Outro

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