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APHELON LYRICS
"Scorn Shall Prevail" (2005)
1. Paean Empyrosis
2. Miasma (Scorn Shall Prevail)
3. The Trial
4. A Silent Drowning
5. Bloodborne
6. Liars Bound
7. A Will To Terror (We Will Forever)
8. The Curse of Soil and Blood
9. Wipe Out Christianity (Sinistrous Diabolus cover)
10. Ashen Echoes
1. Paean Empyrosis
2. Miasma (Scorn Shall Prevail)
Ingress the frail complex of your ways, An apt position deserving of infection, your common vermin, devourer of excess. He comes, rodentia infest! A ride on the red to main, the unseen tap your streams, inseminate your veins. Born into thirst and disease, the children of Death this night with you sleep. Servents of sanguine sickness, they itch at your heels, bringing silence through your screams from the Mother unto thee.
"From Mother we come and for her despair we sing"
We hope, we hope you fall now, to your knees, the conscience burning strong, you have wronged, you have wronged the womb and in her folds, none will hear your cries.
This is justice! Her justice! Ridding her skin of the leech!
"If thou wilst not reform thy ways and relieve my pain, scorn shall prevail, bleed now betrayers!
I serve as your vital source yet I am not your whore, to kneel and be raped by all...encroached upon and infectious...War is born!
Fell them all rodentia! Bells call their names!
Scorn shall previal, bleed betrayer! Scorn shall prevail, fell them all rodentia!
Oh yes! An inconspicuous kiss, and all is silent! Clean, pristine, yet the wind still dances her steps to pestilential irony...a fateful intervention to crush your dreams"
Glorious Pest!
3. The Trial
Madman makes presence here, hither-to unknown he swears to a market of the everyday, will they hear his proclamation? Accusations of murder unfold, will they confess? There have been no witnesses here to the casual demise of prayer smitten-down by the everyday, death-bound path of sunless existence atrophy of the soul, and Nihil is home, will they awaken? Nay, they shall not breathe the prophecy! Nay, they wish not to scan the silent scene...for the evidence to this clandestine crime all they have are our beautiful, irrefutable, stagnant still-born cries!
This is it, you have no alibi. Isolated, they have exhumed your greatest fear, we as the broken, wish to voice but one request, with with this desolate hearing may resign, we urge you to find solace 'neath the gravity of his death plead guilty, in that man might be revived.
Gott Ist Tot! Götzen dämmerung!
This is evidence to a clandestine crime all we have are our beautiful, irrefutable, stagnant still-born cries.
4. A Silent Drowning
As one to infer from receptions
Of a nihilistic yet dormant haze
Transmissions from those who ponder
The ensured entrapment
Of the free to the maze
Oh how they wander the thirsty
Oh how they falter the empty
Their calling begins...
Echoes from the heart of a sophist
Who would sing on his feet
'fore bowing to death
Inclined to embrace the deceivers
As they drown his voice
In the lake of sheer fear
You have witnessed the circle
Of the spineless
Who extinguished the flames
Of heroes gone passed
But those who are drowned in silence
Their screams do wander
Until they are heard
If my heart should beat as anothers
The melodious murder of difference falls
And is choked by fearful control
He must emancipate his voice
That flew too high for their eyes to see
And sang too loud for their hearts to bear
May the transparent
Veil of your conception
Bear you witness to my rebirth
For my spirit did sing
And my voice did soar
But you drowned me in silence
Thus from your conscience
I return with unrest
5. Bloodborne
Bloodborne, heir to the will of all who grace it's fields, the bleeding grounds beneath the sun.
Surge forth Alpha Warriors, restless, to know is your right.
Bare your chests, proceed with confidence and resilience in what could be, this earth will comply, absorbing all that may flow from ye.
Engage exquisite one, scar the sky may all submit and hail your might.
Wounds inflicted, wreaths ordained. The sigils of courage immortal.
Inititiate offerings for mankinds reprieve, Hail!
The hear of the Yew beats in courtship with mine, Hail!
What once walked, in our thoughts must now stand in our midst, oh false ones of paved ways, you are but husks of the past.
6. Liars Bound
Please mourn for the effeminate
And indeed the celibate
Of opinion for disdain
But weep do not for the desolate
I will not hold out my hands to you
Bleed some tears to dress these wounds
I hear your cries behind those lies
Can you smell the disorder
Admist the ranks of the humanoid
The depravity of simplicity
No longer appeals to those from within this world
The admirable protector
Of what is seen and what is held
Demands naive participation
A contribution of your-self
Infiltrate
Assimilate
Their harmonic state
Those who rise above your graven deceit
Material gain
Pleasure sustained
The mask of a god
But you're empty inside, paper sceptered fool
Numerical warfare ablaze
Consuming all unable to calculate
The equations of prime importance
A freak thought on the path to oblivion
Abdication of logic
Forfeit all values for the crown of profit
Man the throne of induced contentment
Temporary, by no means an achievement
All our trust in you will be bound down
Should your lies be allowed to prevail
One by one we converge with the old
Should control of your fall willfully fail
Purge out responsibility
Amidst a binge of the decadent
So enthralled, you sift the discharge
Eyes pried for reusable value
Upon observing the hardened star of finality
The truthful cause of infliction may be revealed
Acknowledge the crudity of greed and the misuse of power
And in exuberant denial, brand them as faults!
7. A Will To Terror (We Will Forever)
In affirmation to our growth, we asphyxiate the reminiscent stagnants, of the old order.
Reborn as the destroyer, no paper scepters here, we march to the hammer-songs of 'testing', halting only for the dawn.
Amused I am at your decadent state, we have overcome our bongs and braved your most feared peaks.
I am the immoralist, I am the beauty, I am the immoralist, I am the perpetual being.
The heights of 'over' span boundless and unmanned save your brother, cast all aside to ascend.
Cloaked in Arete, effortless, breathing gold, himself arisen, the sun is your hand.
When all mountains lie conquered, as effigies unveiled, the congested stench of the prostrate leads you to reach for the blade.
8. The Curse of Soil and Blood
You would be of the parasite breed
Who defile this earth
Who crawl and wallow
Impregnate your wombs with greed
Text book herds
To come to follow
See you not the profound imbalance
Uproot your trees
To harvest the fruits
You hold no hope
Through my eyes
I endeavour to exhume
The withered hand
Of justice
And amidst the chaos
Only the honourable of heart
Step forward with grace
To leave their mark
It's a curse
On the hearts of my kind
Faith I have
In the fall of the blind
It seems we are
The vultures of your pain
A monolith drawn forth
From the dark
Synthesized believers
Of demise
Your overgrowth chokes the blooms
With frightful accuracy
And compliance
A fight for stature
Among the maimed
The dwarfed acquire beauty
To overcome their commonplace
This is the cycle of your life
Or have you established
A piece of mind
In order to survive
9. Wipe Out Christianity (Sinistrous Diabolus cover)
10. Ashen Echoes
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