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CREEPING LYRICS
"Funeral Crawl" (2007)
1. The Reckoning
2. Creeping On The Moors
3. Ten Horns
4. Invert All
5. A Moment Of Misery
6. Funeral Crawl
7. Dirge
8. The Abyss... The Swamp
1. The Reckoning
O, feel the shacking of the earth
The long awaited arrival
Seven divine eyes
Watch in horror above
O, the boiling blooded revenge
Of centuries of denied return
Seven divine eyes
Watch above in dread
Alone, freezing
Crawling from soil
The wolves, I feel encircled
Sinking slowly into time and anguish
Alone, freezing
The toil to the steps
Lost, astray
The tide shifts
Abandoned
Reckless
Wayward in the kingdom of the dead
O, the majestic decision
Lord of earth
Oblivion for all
2. Creeping On The Moors
Eyes
Across swamps they gleam
As their last visions vanish
Into the fogs
Alone we began without bread or light
Only guided by grief
Through the celestial spheres I dream we flew
Yet I awoke to the ash beneath us
A chill grips the land
No dawn, save the rising of the moon
We clambered onwards, to a warn peak we climbed
Above the expanses of mist
Creeping on the moors
O, great sun, save us from this endless gloom
In which we have lived for 6000 years
Introversion through jadedness
And still we creep
Creeping on the moors
Desolate. Cold.
3. Ten Horns
Shady looking
Unaware of the world
What excess, what a mess
Looking for the lord with seven
With seven heads
And ten horns upon them
Man was given dominion and greed
Ten diadems
A lord rose from the sea
Pentagrammed liquor
Unrestrained carnal thirst
What excess, what a mess
Searching for the lord with seven
With seven heads
And ten horns upon them
Man was given dominion and greed
Ten diadems
Our lord rose from the sea
Unfed, unwell
Unwilling to live a life
What excess, what a mess
Looking for the lord with seven
4. Invert All
Fog. Symbol. Eyes
World inversion
Grief. Hate. Disdain
Live inversion
I am fog incarnate
Beyond the realm of emotion
Cold. Dead. Grim
I invert all
I am sludge incarnate
Nothing before the eyes of man
With nothing to offer
I invert all
Invert all
5. A Moment Of Misery
6. Funeral Crawl
Under the earth
Sin feeding the pulse
An icy movement home
Far down below
Sick swinging gloom
You can't walk away from hell
Now, many years gone
I'm within the horns
The slowest downward spiral
Infernal
Ritualistic
The darkest progression of all
We see more than you think
From our coffin solitude
We still have eyes
7. Dirge
Fiending below a cold moon
Below the canopies of heaven
A heaven beyond reach
A heaven drenched in confusion and filth
Mourning earth
In the land of funerals we reign
Across fields of nothing
And a mass of gloom and grief
And a crushing apathy
Mourning earth
What comes of us
The crew of fallen waste
The clouds of faith and smoke
We are the wake of the scorched realm
8. The Abyss... The Swamp
Time advanced by none
But the lord of infernal depths
Thunderclouds across the sky
The sigil rises
The rivers run black
The open wounds of the earth
Spill an unspeakable dark
The known world collapses into hell
The ravens
Coldness sweeps the spectral grimscape
A dull moon overhangs
Stones loom in a dismal circle
Life was once here, now lost in a desolate void
A time of grimness
Ice and noctambulant
A cosmic frost from the
Utmost depths of nothingness
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