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DECREPIT LYRICS
"Hymns of Grief and Pain" (1993 Demo)
1. The Gate to Misery
2. Spirits of Infirmity
3. Withered
4. Mausoleum
5. The Creation of Sin
6. Rotted Congregation
1. The Gate to Misery
Winds of sorrow crawling through my skin
On the plains of daylight-they bring the all dim
Writhing inside of me, I feel this pain
I held it within me, the key to this gate
I sit suffering, behold this key
No light of day could take this pain away
My walk through pain, hatred, and misery
The ending reign of all that once mattered to me
I now see change in the air
Anguish surrounds this hopeless stained door
Grief turns to pain as I unlock this gate
Thoughts in my head have been put to rest
If I choose to leave what would become of me?
All paths gone, I still live on...
Beyond this gate seal my fate
The blackened shroud, I have now found
The set is dim, my pain is grim
Rotting away, inside my brain
I roam until this day beyond that gate
Life lived alone, solitude is my home
2. Spirits of Infirmity
Wounds that form upon my flesh,
Gasp in pain with every breath,
They lash upon my delicate skin,
I feel them come within - the opening of my wounds
I feel the flower of pain in bloom
The seeds are planted every night
I fear their very sight - upon my mortal shell
I fix my gaze as I start to swell
The pain will burn until the day
But it shall never go away
They lash out from their desolate plain
Cast to the earth to inflict my pain
Regurgitated souls brought back to life
Granted not the passage rite
Liquid demons come within
The layers of my mortal skin
Spiritual torture and physical pain
Leaves me convulsing within my brain
Boils form upon my skin
Infection spreads as the day grows dim
Secreting pus and mucus slime
Rotting away as I slowly die
Here they come to rape me once again
By the dawn they'll be gone
But the pain won't end
Despondent souls forever
Roam through the dark
There is no hope to save me
I'm rippped apart
All my thoughts now uncontrolled
Where is my body?
Which new horror will now unfold
Spirits surround me
Creatures of vile infirmity call
Inflict my suffering
On my flesh their jaws will gnaw
I lie here suffering...
3. Withered
Sweet misery flow into my soul
I lay here not rotting yet life grows cold
Kissing the lips of my condemned eternity
Caressing the body of this decrepit entity
Bestowed not taught
I can show you all the stench
Within the dim moonlight
I have the power of your breath
A golden urn of ashes
Appears above me
God-damn you ail with your absurdity
Awaken putrid disembowelment
The liers of the third moon
Dishearted, internal abolishment
Transfixed by the wound
Ecstasy rides again, from within
I feel them reach out, again
Awakened by the stench of decay
like this earth, I waste away
I'm living life as a corpse
Like the ones, I have risen before
Mortal rotting, postmortem I gave
Selfish plotting, I waste away
4. Mausoleum
5. The Creation of Sin
Reborn in blasphemy
The bright light, brought him pain
The same blaze glowed at the end of his reign
New life, birth again
The overlooked horror of the world's sin
Cast out, endless fall
Erased of all knowledge when he was strong
Regurgitate, breath in
Recovery stopped as he was brought back in
In the past, before the saints
There lived a soul
Who had the power to rejuvenate
The dead, a rotten corpse
He gave them life
And the gates to the necropolis were forged
Gracious, Animosity
Bestowed upon these souls
Blasphemy etched into their minds
The power, Immortality
He carried it within his heart
With all the knowledge that he could find
Impossible for life to end
These acts of death upon his mind
All the ones that god would send
Were brought to death within no time
Gazing at the earth upon his throne
The lord of all the darkified
He laughed at their holy swarm
And rejoiced at their every cry
Belial with his hordes
Swarming the spawn of his dead
The rising of this lord
Gripping the kingdom of the holy
This flood of overwhelming horror
Writhing, limping bodies of angels
Laughing, this glorious being
Crying, the angels scream
Archangel, Supreme
Assembles the holy dead
From a battle that will bring
The decline, darkened lord
Descends closed to his grave
And the gates to the necropolis
Were torn
Out from their rotted shells
Belials hordes now decline
The archangel will now abort
The darkified's evil rise
The undead lie upon the ground
The throne now drips with blood
The slayed master rots dead now
And so ends this evil flood
Condemn his rotted soul
The holy now take conirol
So it begins again
The creation of sin
6. Rotted Congregation
Song of the sorrowing harp
Echoes through chapel walls
They share their misery
As their skin is rotting
She walks through the forest
And hears their serenading call
On the eve of mortal's dread
The winter solstice had now, began
Silently, she stepped into the church
Unaware of all
The angry dead sang the next verse
Their mourning call
She then advanced to the front pew
With a guided hand
They harmonized with mockery to a jew inverted above
This rotted congregation sang their hymns
With vestiments that represent the all dim
Their rotting lips moved no more
Yet their words still rang out
Fingers now came out stretched
To join her with them, in hell
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