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DISEMBOWELMENT LYRICS
"Dusk" (1992 EP)
1. The Tree Of Life And Death
2. A Burial At Ornans
3. Cerulean Transcience Of All My Imagined Shores
1. The Tree Of Life And Death
Through the winding forest where the bodies of
Disillusioned peasants lay in the catacombs,
Gothic oakwood may once again take its real form
And grasp for Your soul,
As the night falls,
Green turns to the colour which brings forth the eternal rest,
Reach forth and separate the mystical branch
As the moon is surpassed by a blanket of unholy cloud
And echoed shrieks,
Ambience of the dark evolves from beyond the divine nightshade,
Faraway from the forest,
The souls of the dead travel beneath the earths soil to arrive
At the tree of life and death,
Now a disoriented monk banished from the order finds solace
Within the cold surroundings of the untouched ground,
The secrets are revealed to him,
It is who commands the living,
The dead - The dead.
2. A Burial At Ornans
You, wander through the fields,
Your, sorrow as I advocate the depression,
Stumble into the hardened earth
And become engulfed by the seeds of plague,
The sky submits to the colour purple,
Descending from above,
The holy ghost, does their saviour seem holy?
A black spectre is sent downwards instead,
Lowered downwards into damned soil,
Peasants mourn their own plagued death,
The shephard of the unwanted valley,
Turning black and purple,
His spirit bows down,
Dark waters streaming down a precipice,
Among the sheep mists arises slowly,
The land is burned by the beggars,
Ornans-a place of fear and disease,
Burial-no requiem shall take place,
Eclipse of the sky as impurity casts,
No requie, no return,
Peasants mourn their own plagued death
3. Cerulean Transcience Of All My Imagined Shores
All is calm, all is quiescent-the colour magenta,
The afternoon breeze finds its way to my soul,
AsI sit there and enhance the tranquillity,
The solace of sensory magic, Irreplaceable nirvana,
My body feels the effect of blood-letting,
The winds brought in from the south coast replace
Such drainful inhabitance,
My eyelids voluntarily close as the blue horizon line takes shape,
Stretching out far beyond the sun,
The sound of the blue, an eternity of complete aquiescence,
I cannot move, nor do I need to, for it is enough to lie on the cliff
And become entrapped in a world of escapism and peace,
Cerulean transience of all my imagined shores,
A bird of the ocean perches before me
And lets out a shriek which transcends me back,
Back to where I write,
And the calm breeze continues to enter my peripherial
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