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DAMASCUS LYRICS
"Damascus" (2006)
1. Slattern Decapitated
2. Our Vigilante Lullaby
3. A Hopeless Romance
4. Queen's Death In The Season Of Ivory
5. Corpse Exhumed By The Season Of Rebirth
6. Burial In The Emerald Season
7. Mortal Forfeiture (Season Of Decay)
8. A Glimpse In The Sadistic Mirror
9. Statement Of The Paris Vampire
10. Damascus Trail
11. Black Sea Of Downward Skies
1. Slattern Decapitated
SLATTERN DECAPITATED
|Lick her silkened golden flesh
as it slowly ride the lips
as he gripped
her velvet hips
|Anger risen
death envisioned
cold blood
engines now
a clear betrayel
love to death be-vowed
|Like succubi
his heart shall die
her treason to his will
snuffed this dimmest flame
by king's rue law she shalt be killed
|Sighed
taste no more
of the diseased lust
Henry, decapitates
could he hath truly loved
|These filthy whores
gore and thy whore
|Ardency, bringing her to the guillotine
denote slattern cleaved at throat
whilst this bestial bid
for all who did
betray his love
|To you
slattern decapitated
to end unto
2. Our Vigilante Lullaby
OUR VIGILANTE LULLABY
|Of no remorse he gives birth
a foul rotting burning grin
bask in success of his own sins
The mallet has failed us once again
|Demystified our unease
with the grief of the release
a murderous trail augments
our failing court laments
Achilles' heel, the leniency
|Singe the cancer
scald the offal
paene execution shalt
bring us peace
for once death is achieved
lucifer must hath thee unpurest one
|We'll amputate hands
castrate to make amends
drown him in the waters
the punitive reparation
deliver us vigilance
3. A Hopeless Romance
A HOPELESS ROMANCE
|Pure dark entrenched chambers
swallowing ember thoughts
yearning weakened heart
|Nightmares consist of thee
|Decipher thy tome
heart bled tales speak true
words are elegant cries
|Body wishing to die
|Being of lust endowed
I have ridden to the
raging clines
to prison thy soul
fulfill thy pride
|Love
|Lust inspires
two strings
one to hate
and one to cling
|I will bide
to wishes of
this ministry
loyal servent
under thy dream
4. Queen's Death In The Season Of Ivory
QUEEN'S DEATH IN THE SEASON OF IVORY
|She gazed upon her silver solid water
to perfect her art of human canvas
to prepare for her night into, transpose
|Stained the white of seasoned grass
ruby gems created by the dowsing
of thy grip with kris in hand
she graduated through to her passing
|Remarked as the goddess of
never excepting pathways
a glass full of ice
as her crown filled her eyes
she blinded out the peons around
|By thy hands her heart stopped beating
her mind seized to exist
bid adieu to the glorious world
of selfish state of thought
|Wilted under thee pale moon
whilst thy kris raped her womb
shalt she be possessed by the weald's
frore ivory tomb
|Queens death in the season of ivory
5. Corpse Exhumed By The Season Of Rebirth
CORPSE EXHUMED BY THE SEASON OF RE-BIRTH
|In reborn sunlight
Trees given new life
While warming the night
Snow struggle in strife
No hope to survive
It unveils with no life
the queen finally rotting
stenching and robbing
the air haunted dropping
a scent of new haunting
the corpse exhumed by the season of rebirth
her pale tender flesh
shall be fed to the earth...
6. Burial In The Emerald Season
BURIAL IN THE EMERALD SEASON
|Red hued water cements upon her lips
her frail greying flesh
decay under my fingertips
so proud so bold
upon what I have done
unveiled from the ivory
lays her corpse
the snow is gone
|The queen be rotting
|A sylph so gracefully declined under haunting summer sun
whilst the birds return to clean the bones of the stalest one
I remember the site of last frozen breath, I had brought her
to a corpse-shell rest
indecency had become of me when her spirit so unclean
exultant with undeserved success
I just the peasant her end so pleasent
prepare the fires of hell I gladly descend
|Beneath the tree leaves, she will slumber
entwined around her, the roots a sepulcher
|Her frail corpse lay cross thy arms
drapped in a forest burial gown
her essence is bound
with the body and soul of the woods
she becomes one with the earth
|Neath green, arms and forest light
wind rustles the trees through day and night
whilst her unburied body lie
funeral in the season of life
|Diseased the hate for her
but a new guilt rives
tearing my soul asunder
won't rest at ease tonight
|Burial in the emerald season
new found abode in the thriving
forest floor, the queen lay forever more,
sealed in roots as a sepulcher
7. Mortal Forfeiture (Season Of Decay)
MORTAL FORFEITURE (SEASON OF DECAY)
|Vitiation, breaking link to ubiquity
the weald around me, rots with my distaste for life
growing as these memories display
undying hatred for myself for the sins will survive me from the grave
|Her face, repeats as her screams
replay, the artwork of rouge stains remains
whilst the ivory is replaced
with life, leaves of green to gold in decay
|Sins so acute, a guilt so strong
lacerate, undo my wrongs
|Bury me, in these woods
where I stole her last breath
I must join her, in nature's death
8. A Glimpse In The Sadistic Mirror
A GLIMPSE IN THE SADISTIC MIRROR
|We are the children born from soiled wombs
|Our souls no more then naive
We've chosen to bleed
|From ember to emblaze
our souls have seen better days
salt lustrous taste of death
of all thine enemies
|Puppetry, we have fallen, Under black wings
and Death stretched across our faces
The mirror's fading reflection
of all our lives lost now will display our fate
|Pure Energy of thought reflecting back
skin reflecting sin
|The blood signed clear
A glimpse in the sadistic mirror
9. Statement Of The Paris Vampire
STATEMENT OF THE PARIS VAMPIRE
|Woven of vertebras and bones
hung like one at the gallows pole,
like morbid mobiles that once had
possessed the tasteful flesh
hanging, dangling, from my, ceiling
|shocked of my décor
|Thiel did not
expect the grisly
scene that lay in
wait for him
decorated in flesh
and bones the jars of ash
the blood so cold
sustaining, containing, heartwork, retain me
|Robbing Parisian graveyard
under gothic moonlight
their grave's lay in my bowels
I feast upon human flesh tonight
|When left alone to stitch the bodies
I peel flesh from bone
10. Damascus Trail
DAMASCUS TRAIL
|A trail, A Path
escaping the fiery
of the church's wrath
for she did stray away
from the Christian's
biblical conforming ways
With no chance to go back
to my home, where alone
I stay, rot with day
till I surrender my love
to a superstitious slay
I confessed that I passed
the clasp of God's almighty grasp
on my soul take its toll
left wasting like the world we know
|To claim my only love
to slay my only love
to claim my heart and soul to leave me burnt down
left in woe
|I walk my path
words of witchcraft
upon her lips
upon her dying breath,
upon this wrath I
will hold, this scold
still cold, Still spite
she was killed by their will
whilst still, thou shall not kill
understand, my words of contradiction
of "good souls" untold
the crimes, of a vicious scapegoat
My tears shalt clear the Luciferian fire
that has drenched my love in wrongful death
|On a Damascus Trail, She walked her path into death's wrath
A funeral pyre reserved for her, for false sins she burns
|she died
in flames
the book was to blame
|The day I drew an image of death
11. Black Sea Of Downward Skies
THE BLACK SEA OF DOWNWARD SKIES
[I. A Liquid earth in dusk's cape]
|Dusk had reflect its cape upon the liquid earth
his fears and his tears did he know he was damned
Tonight the seven seas shall feed to consume
O' the corpses unpleasent grave forever be tombed
|Whilst he query may he never glimpse his wife's ardent beauty again
albeit that this may not be thee end
Still to inquire neath this dragon thee waters of hell
A drove in the baroque of death
|Qualm brought of whats to come
|Spirits handed to hades
mirage of death as they fall
into Graveland
in the downward skies
|Thee verisimilitude
of quietus, nearing his quintessence
perceptions of kismet linger in his thoughts
hegira is futile
[II. Ares gift the deaths for Hades]
|Ares, behest plethora to the sea
patrons, will bleed for he
this soul, death condemns
vociferation, he shall meet with thee dead
|Onward, haste the slaughter
scourges, thee bringer's of his death
shalt he be buried
|Buried in thee ocean floor
|Bask in the fragrence of flesh
so scorched and smite
a bloom of rot dances free in air
corpses fed to an edacious sea
four-thousand more souls
includes this one
a doomed patriarch
he shalt be feast
for the vast blue sea
[III. Accepting the Sea's Grave]
|Scent of pyre
bathed in fire
his last importune
to roam in Elysium
|Fields of amity
Where shalt they meet?
Aquire abysses charnel
beneath the blitzkrieg sea
paene for those whom prevail
unlured by the waters reap
but we shalt not walk amongst them
for we are in death's keep
|Death shalt you walk with them
Save them from the pain of tearing skin
release them from war's puppetry now
[IV. Passage, from Water to Hell]
|Under a haunted moon
shedding contours glooms
of spirits unrest as the sirens
unblessed hymns to a tune
of Ares proud war
corpses shalt lay at gore
seeding the palest of ocean floor
to fill the sepulcher
Hades placed as conquer
as this sole abettor of
two nations enmity
unwillingly contribute to
a portrait of human vulgarity
incased in
Poseidon's tomb
to exhibit a chattel's
doom
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