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INGURGITATING OBLIVION LYRICS
"Cadence and Perspective in Desolation" (2001 EP)
1. A Poet's Fingernails
2. La Gitana
3. Descent to the Temple
4. Nothingness
5. Slumbering in Relativity
1. A Poet's Fingernails
2. La Gitana
3. Descent to the Temple
I am... changing in rapture, traversing this well-known picture,moving in
relativity, conveying substances that bear infinity, piercing the inexorable will of those blessed planes determinating the architecture of life. Does your slumber bring relief? A deity´s waves take vengeance in their sweetest form, an intoxicating stream of forgetfulness runs through life´s veins, and lies are pulsating through this ocean anon, bearing sweet forgetfulness. It took so long to squeeze infinity out of my veins.
Nothingness …
Sleep well, blissful descendants of blackness, drifting asleep on an opaque sea of forms, sleep well, seeds enmeshed by shrouds that calm down, sleep well, humanity,sleep well. Your surface stirs, reflections might drown in your vastness, I admire your incomprehinsible dimension, I hate your depth.
I enjoy the voices you cast upon me and those of my kind, I praise your omnipresence, while I´m mocking at you. I jubilate your majesty, I curse your infamy and suppose thy slimy shores, water of life.
Reflection!
Your occurence saddens and pleases at once! Eyes are diving into the promises you can´t keep. If I could, I´d soothe your pain.
I feel your call, it reverberates in the void you breathe out.
The mirror lies broken, a pitiful reminiscence of the unity it longs to
bear. Absurd shivers, scattered all over eternity ... observing the gradual decay of the structure I once called home...
I am descending to my temple, I am mourning, I am scourged by illusions that delight and serenade like blessed drugs that blacken visions.
I am observing the fall of my temple ... I am! Still this collapse whirrs unceasingly like a nightmare, but I reap the ears, swaying in the wind of a new consciousness.
Harvest has come, the cycle has changed into something finite, the mirror lies broken.
Harvest has come, absurd shivers that once formed life, now numbing a new reflection. A godlike creator stares into the world he gave birth to
Immense nothingness! Your surface stirs, reflections might drown in your vastness, I admire your incomprehinsible dimension, I hate your depth.
I enjoy the voices you cast upon me and those of my kind, I praise your omnipresence, while I´m mocking at you. I jubilate your majesty, I curse your infamy and suppose thy slimy shores, water of life.
Reflection!
Your occurence saddens and pleases at once!
Eyes are diving into the promises you can´t keep. If I could, I´d
soothe your pain.
I feel your call, it reverberates in the void you breathe out.
The mirror lies broken, a pitiful reminiscence of the unity it longs to
bear. Absurd shivers, scattered all over eternity ... observing the gradual
Decay of the structure I once called home.
I once called home.
I chase away the tiredness you spread, I choke out the seed you´ve planted once, crying, raging, smashing the veil I suspect - but virtually traversing the garden that means life.
4. Nothingness
A reservoir of darkness,
black as witches´ cauldrons are, when filled
with moon-drugs in th ´eclipse distill´d.
Leaning
to look if foot might pass
down thro´ that chasm, I saw, beneath,
As far as vision could explore,
the jetty sides as smooth as glass,
Looking as if
just varnish´d o´er
with that dark pitch the seat of Death
throws out upon its slimy shore.
A reservoir
of darkness, black
as witches´ cauldrons
are, when filled
with moon-drugs
in th´eclipse distill´d.
Feeble creature, suffocating, choking, crying, reeling, dying!
A cleansing metamorphosis shall sweep away my stupidity.
Leaning to look
if foot might pass
down thro´ that chasm, I saw, beneath
As far
as vision could explore,
the jetty sides
as smooth as glass,
Looking as if just varnish´d o´er
with that dark pitch the seat of Death
throws out upon its slimy shore.
A reservoir of darkness, black
as witches´ cauldrons are, when
filled ...
With moon-drugs in th´eclipse distill´d.
Leaning to look if foot might pass
down thro´ that chasm, I saw, beneath,
As far as vision could explore
Slumber, Watcher, till the spheres,
six and twenty thousand years
have revolv´d, and I return
to the spot where now I burn.
Other stars anon shall rise
to the axis of the skies
Stars that soothe, stars that bless
with a sweet forgetfulness
Only when my round is o´er
shall the past
disturb my door.
A reservoir of darkness,
black as witches´ cauldrons
A reservoir of darkness,
black as witches´ cauldrons are, when filled
with moon-drugs in th ´eclipse distill´d.
5. Slumbering in Relativity
Traveling in sickening forgetfulness,
changing in relativity,
existence within a lie,
Yelling into nothingness,
lucid eyes are searching for something in a void...
Ignorance is a comfortable
perspective.
Ignorance is a comfortable perspective,
I am gazing towards the flickering light that fades within this nothingness.
Why...?
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