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CROMLECH LYRICS
"The Vulture Tones" (2000 EP)
1. A Clarity Denied
2. The Bleeding
3. The Vulture Tones
4. Garden of Sin
1. A Clarity Denied
In shackles of the aftermath
Atrocities dismantled
It’s skin is torn the naked flesh bound
And to a dreaded cancer fatally exposed
The sickness welcomed blindly…
Like a volountary enslavement
Outstretched it emerge through turmoil
It’s renewal sought in incubators
So parted in abscence
Let us harvest from decay
And so it’s drawn to it’s point of breaking
The bitter half surrounds as swarming pain
In twitches and deep convulsions
Exellence falter in a clarity denied
The tainted flesh tremble through sickness
Far beyond the redemption sought in incubators
So parted in abscence
Let us harvest from decay
Herein the chaos…
The nails are carving deep
A smuthering silence
Yet it’s incisive and pounding
It’s beckon linger on
As a frustrated stillborn remain
Of the abhorrence within
A bleak deception for the blind to feel and even see
The shackles tightened, the primal painted
…in the essence of the ”humanity-disease”
Archetype bleed forth
The denial burn as fever
And without vision waking up dead
…in a dead world
2. The Bleeding
Painted in black it smiles towards me
The forlorn hopes fiery strains impale me
From sanguine skies, as wept by fallen grace
Poured into the naked wounds of bitterness
Blood of false serenity
Blood of sacred impurity
Brought unto us mere everdying
Through me they burn
I break these circles of dreadful pain
Scorch these lost lives to never be again
With scarred eyes so vapid and cold
Come enrich my dwelling with your desolate sights
…dying sights…
A silent remembrance reflects within…
A contiguity so fierce, it’s bursting through my flesh
Rivers of fire consume me… consume me!
And shed from your grieving womb the tears of falseness…
Bleed upon me with hate!
Caress me malicious shadows
Open wide you exquisite blackness
And devour me in macabre passion
3. The Vulture Tones
This hollow motionless body
Subdued to blackened urges
Is dying into addictive ache
As I stand pestiferous and damned
Scavengers, come feed upon the
Serpent anguish of needlescars
From times filthy wounds I’ve drunk
Through aeons of contempt in nakedness I’ve died
So slit me open and appease my hell
Defile my desires… Eviscrate me
With a lamenting awes vulture tones
Scavengers, come feed upon the
Serpent anguish of needlescars
In asseveration of that cold dark grip
I leave it all behind
And die… in it’s magnificence
…such a bitter masquerade
This hollow motionless body
Subdued to blackened urges
Is dying into addictive ache
As I stand pestiferous and damned
In deep bittersweet green
I lose it all to damn this world
A sacrifice of mortal coil
So slit me open and appease my hell
Defile my desires… Eviscrate me
With a lamenting awes vulture tones
All boundaries torn
And it’s dirges rot in my senses
So grimly those branches sprung through my flesh
Solitude infects… and it burns in my chest
4. Garden of Sin
Desolate are the skies that wept in pain
And laid it’s grandeur in perennial sorrow
Overflowed are the shores of this devoided mind
With the blood of it’s lingering death
Unveil thine palest… thoughts?
Bedeck that sordid contempt to being
…as it wilts…
With wistful yearns and tempestous lechery
Be the breeze to smite this feeble vision
Let the enticiment grow strong
While devouring this grieving profundity
Whisper still, streak my flesh with your might
Gleam and blind, set ablaze your caress
Show me the lust of the fallen
Condemn me to your garden of sin
Desires burn fierce and I with them
Kiss me deep cleance me with your poisoned tounge
Indulge in my immolation
Taste of the tepid carnal red
Senses wane, yet relentless seem this will…
Your licentious vigour hang as vestment upon me
Blessed by it’s passionate thorns of mourning
…again bleed
And in these dirges of vain
Worlds of ember are drowning fast
Se release me unto pestilential serenity
Release me… whilst lacrymose I falter
Through your garden of sin!
So be the quietus
To scythe, the tendon of life
Oh, how I long!
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