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DETRIMENTUM LYRICS
"A Monument To The Suffering" (1999 EP)
1. The First Three Circles of Hell (Epitaph for the Disfigured)
2. Regurgitate the Putrescence (Spiritual Scarification)
3. Spell of Miserable Incantation
4. Soul Ebbing Away
5. Odyssey Through Torment (The Path to Ruin)
6. Scales to Measure the Misfortune of Man
1. The First Three Circles of Hell (Epitaph for the Disfigured)
Pain like the separation of limbs,
A severed remnant, distal, penitent,
Purulent waste in a vessel of mortal abominance,
Septic, foul and impure....
Little left but a remnant,
To lay waste upon Acheron's dismal shore,
Little left but a remnant,
To lay dormant, to perish and degrade,
Like a harvest of flesh, to inherit a plague,
A decrepitating relic, life has left these languid veins,
Immortal spirit, has left these languid veins,
Pain like the onset of mourning,
And the commencing of torment, a condemnation,
To a myriad of penance, an inferno of grief ablaze,
Words and screams imbued, rise in a coil of tumult,
Fashioned after the likeness of God,
So supremely foul and retched,
Culled of divine bone and of the divine flesh,
Truly begotten in sin, brought forth in iniquity,
Placed on earth to suffer and to die,
Here is more pain than ever I could imagine,
It lies in oceans and mountains, pain in its multitude,
Vast and lavish in it's unending darkness,
Vivisection unbound, insatiable is this agony passion,
A feast of excruciation, deepest red this blessed stream,
That flows through eternity,
Lacrimae rerum ad infinitum,
An ashen offering of a lachrymatory hell,
A meagre sacrifice for God's of atonement,
Flagellant, sadistic and cruel,
Limbs hanging elegantly in the shade,
Of this bleeding flesh mountain,
Pain like the everlasting palsy,
And the emetic sickness of which is existence,
A hollow mannequin, incomplete, unfulfilled,
Lying in pieces,
Little left but a remnant,
As ash in the grates of purgatory,
Little left but a remnant,
Little left for you to behold,
A bleeding monument, and epitaph of disfigurement,
Little left for you to grieve, little left for you to weep.
2. Regurgitate the Putrescence (Spiritual Scarification)
My body is delivered unto thorns,
My eyes are enslaved in the colours of umbra,
Dark oceans now arise, Above the hills,
They shade the sky with their forlorn hue,
Pointless is the endeavour to continue,
In this endless stream of light....
Conjure! An apparition of pestilence,
To roam across the heavens,
Conjure! An abomination of disgust,
To desecrate the bowels of our sublunary sphere,
....Abhorrent are the screams, from the infernal deep,
May their ghosts ever dance at the edge of the cold tides,
Purulent are the veins that force life through me,
May they forever waste away the tissue of my corporeal form,
I bled, A blizzard of affliction, I exit this world of repulsive flesh,
In immense pain, intense pain....Malady encompassing the asterism,
Tartaric is the ambience, an aura of vexation descends,
I crumble within this void of arterial decay,
Flow forth, foul tide of repugnance, worlds shall rot,
In your stagnant waste....Shed free of your flesh painful spirit,
Obscured are ye thus....In your temple of incarnation,
....Regurgitate the putrescence, tortured wretch,
Vomit the ghost of your being, let no mortality remain,
A weeping opening in the skin of the soul, has born a reason,
To never breath again,
In Deaths eye's The soul sleeps forever, in search of slumber,
It drifts through the fields of ebony dreams, through veils of tears,
Through a bleeding shroud that encompasses all,
Like the remembrance of wounds, and the pearls of sorrow,
That lacerate as they fall, I exit this world of repulsive flesh,
In immense pain....Consecrate this skin with pain,
Bind these bones in lamentation, mutilate beyond all recognition,
The limbs that personify the effigy of flesh, remorseful dawn,
Deny the light, as eminence is imprisoned,
Within chambers of colossal enmity....
The enmity of despair, we don the blight for failure,
Innumerable is the loss, defaced,
Is the composition of all creation,
Obliterated now, is that which yields all hope,
Desolate the souls, forever disgraced, in utter abrogation,
Pawns of malevolence, blessed are souls,
That suffer the spiritual scars....
3. Spell of Miserable Incantation
Winds that echo the swan song everlasting,
Carry my soul away,
Through unfathomable dimensions of inverted matter,
And infinite worlds of decay,
Here, I am abandoned upon a dying star,
Between two dark moons,
Where I build my temples.... From the bones of the dead,
Here I remain in catatonic transcendence,
Murmuring rites and rituals in tongues,
I wish my blood to be absorbed by the dust of the ethereal spheres,
Enshrined, I watch the slow stellar motion,
Of gold and silver star streams,
.... I was bestowed a crown and set to bleed,
A midst the pains of delirium,
I study the divine reflexes of the universe,
My soul is moved in search of a darker light,
My light in all its impurity,
Flows blacker than the waters of the Styx,
And the shattered end of its dark spectrum falls,
Always upon me,
Oh sea of tranquillity, hold me in your fathomless depths,
Infect me with thy every disease,
Flood my being with your darkness and undying sorrow,
Torture me with the torment of the life within you,
Banish me! To an abyss of flesh splitting agony,
Let my suffering remain testament, to the beauty of divine nothingness,
Let my blood remain a testament to the beauty of dying cells,
Dusk beseech my world, Close my eyes to this affliction,
Shelter me within your cessation,
Leave but an empty shell to greet the dawn.... And greet the dawn with tears,
Constellations whisper my name,
The wind carries an echo of abandonment,
Everything fades; a wind of pestilence obliterates my soul,
Beneath the flesh no hope can be born,
For all vehemence is dried out and withered,
So cold the thorns of suffering,
For one in death to behold....
4. Soul Ebbing Away
(The walker on the rain)
Icy threads absconding heaven,
Such delicate exiles cast down unto earth,
I've cried tears of the blackest glass,
Yet my eyes, my hands, are now uplifted�
Growing paler like death itself,
My fingers outstretched�
Mingling with numerous trickling shards,
Chilling little rivers coiling and coursing across my flesh,
In their elegant trails now emerges a glistening sorrow,
Like an undefiled wound, brimming with the beauty of crimson,
And in this pulchritude�
I abandon my heart, not unto this mortal world,
But unto all untold beauty such as this,
And in this resolve�
I yearn my release from these human veils,
To cast down this flesh�.
And pass forever, into the ether�.
(The cherished wound)
My soul as a structure carved from grief,
My body, as a broken and bleeding husk, at last free from the
fires of agony,Yet these wounds in the darkened recesses of my
being, move me even more deeply,
Those unfathomed, bleeding hollows engulfed with frost,
Of such cold as to repel the roots of the soul,
Yet not unlike any cold that I have felt before,
I have grown tired of this meaningless pulse,
This wretched lonely beating, still yet to be annulled,
Its very echo drives me uncontrollably to tears,
A grim, nauseous resound,
Weakening in me, the will of humanity,
I welcome the dying of a light inside,
The warmth of my blood finally leaving me,
My breath thin and faltering as a frail mist to the wrath of the sun,
My soul ebbs silently away,
And As I abandon the weight of my flesh,
I cherish this wound�.
5. Odyssey Through Torment (The Path to Ruin)
A fading, a shattered nothingness,
Through the silence of this visceral realm,
I felt the amputation of my abandonment,
In the midst of these deathly affections,
I heard my own pleas for ephemerality,
To be laid waste, to the necropsy of worms,
And the defilement thereof,
I have seen faces wither into the pale� of there own frailty,
My lament is but a serenade,
To foul demons of torment,
Do my tears sate the hunger of such parasitic earth? No!
For these soils would,
Rather taste the salt of blood,
Blessed be the fragments of my body,
Blessed be my hymn to the crimson sea,
Discard all flesh,
A victim for death,
Yet in a warp of malignancy I am a burning martyr,
A sin streak, a caustic gaping wound,
My essence was trapped in a sunset,
As the sun sank all joy in life was drained from my soul,
Beneath a mountain of mesmiric despair I tore
myself into pieces,
Yet no peace lies here,
Only torture and torment,
Indeed I have spilled tears from my eyes like bleeding wounds,
And these scars will remain sacred,
Until the agonising celebration,
Of deteriorating flesh,
(Your flesh shall fail you)
Forever I fester within,
Rotting away willingly,
Releasing my grip on this mortal coil,
Alone, I crawl this path toward ruin,
Pain and hatred, I spell these names in blood of my own vein,
My mind drifts somewhere beyond life,
So far away, it leaves me rotten inside,
Monotonous is my passage through this oblivion,
A journey to a plateau of unending soul rape,
So cold this visceral realm,
Naked and disfigured,
I submit my body to ice,
Dormant are the graves that lie for a human's misery,
And these are lined with the flash of the semi decomposed,
A plethora of unending deterioration,
The flesh shall fail you�
6. Scales to Measure the Misfortune of Man
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