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LEVIATHAN LYRICS
"Tentacles of Whorror" (2004)
1. What Fresh Hell
2. Heir to the Noose of Ghoul
3. Cut, With the Night Into Mine Heart
4. A Bouquet of Blood For Skull
5. Deciphering Legend Within the Serpent's Briar
6. A Necessary Mutilation
7. Vexed and Vomit Hexed
8. Tentacles of Whorror (Revel the Tyrant)
9. Requiem For a Turd World
10. Blood Red and True: Part 3 (Plummeting Obscure)
11. Mouth Orifice Bizarre
12. The History of Rape
1. What Fresh Hell
Take wings at midnight
Under glimpses of a uncertain moon
Her thoughts become scarcely human
They infest and cloud her mind
And she longs for this rotting ill
And the grim bolt of her king
She waits in bestial desire
To meet her mater's last words,
"Do you think I would except just any soul
willing to give itself to mine power...
...I torture and chastise you
to ripen you for mine embrace...
...Taking wings at midnight!"
2. Heir to the Noose of Ghoul
Your flesh is relic, Your vessel obsolete
The zenith of reality's hood
Where infinity runs its course
Deeply Satanic vapors seep once more inside
Your flesh is relic, your vessel obosolete
Your blood will stain your gold
Beyond reason
Beyond intellect
Your idea of hope
3. Cut, With the Night Into Mine Heart
From the land of loveless
Knowledge born of darkness
Mine forest burned to the ground
Burned to the floor long ago
Cutting the night from mine heart
Basking silent in hatred
Rinsing
Rising
Proselytized to the hatred
Steal on the thiever
Bearer of six hundred and sixty-six diseases
Fuck, with the night, into mine heart
Cut, with the night, into mine heart
4. A Bouquet of Blood For Skull
A collision of violent jagged stones of dead beach
and soft pale flesh and brittle bone
The sun sets over the bloody scene
Her screams of terror roll off the shore
Where once she bathed her fragile skin in the sun
she is now penetrated by demonic force
Stones grinding her flesh to pulp, leaving her unable to run
Spilling cunt blood on the waves, water runs it's coarse
In every orifice there stabs a stone
In every cut she bleeds to death
In every orifice of her own
she watches her last breath
Crushing her beaneath it's jagged edge
Splitting her open so violently
The many stones plummet upon her flesh
Beating her
Silently fucking her
A vicious beating of rocks and stones
Hardened eath takes her
Pounding thursts crush her bones
Serrated edges breaks her
5. Deciphering Legend Within the Serpent's Briar
Crush the dried petals
of the rose
that bore light
Brandishing talons
at the sun
Yawning and empty
the patals wither
Only grayed stem remains
Revive the silence
that the stars will again shine
Weep not for chalice
And not for lurking inspiration
But for relieft from grace
Finally within grasp
Constellation
6. A Necessary Mutilation
And again the sea of wasted
wasted scent of Venus
Venus casts down the decry
decry tainted spice red
red is the number of the spider
spider's web rehearsed acidic
acid creates the pattern
pattern marked onto naked flesh
and the flesh is now but grass
tall grass that cloaks the serpent
the serpent which births the stone
the stone is inscribed with "law"
but the "law" conflicts with virtue
and virtue sheds a thousand tears
tears upon which you trample
and drown becoming again serpent
7. Vexed and Vomit Hexed
Fear steals a voice
The price paid for dreaming
This is the cloud
that lumbers across vision
A canopy of paranoia
threatening light
at its sting
Visions of existence
appear and recede
for isn't it the end
that makes passion rise
And isn't it the during
that raises the chalice
of tears
8. Tentacles of Whorror (Revel the Tyrant)
Hovering just above blind earth
To join with her mist
SOme never never embrace
Reach and grasp this frost bitten heart
Stench and smoke bellow from under
Dispersed in dark womb of night
This gleaming harlot reflects the magician
And the child's horns mirror hers
Longing to travel with she
Skinless and away
Head thrown back in defiance
Belly thrust forward
Grotesque
A vagina full of feverish visions
And the foud fiend peers from behind her eyes
A whore
9. Requiem For a Turd World
Christ is lowered
needing thoughts to exist
A wicked time is at hand
This tone your holocaust
And virtue is for the dead
Cold cacophony surronds you mind
Trade slavery
Bloodied, chained, and dying
Freedom is a vice of your mind
Born of idiocy
Amond mountains of wispered lies
And the trails of the foe
10. Blood Red and True: Part 3 (Plummeting Obscure)
With the fate of muse unsure
Assumed ambiguous in rust
You depart toward death and war
So obedient
Back turned to the winter
You fashion this direction
Still
The bleakness will not
Submit
11. Mouth Orifice Bizarre
The eye sight scrapes back and forth
against the frame of death mask slit
The mouth gurgles forth
a black matter thick and putrid
Naught ears detect the rattle
The hissing crackle of time
Space
The vessel convulses in rhythm
with torment
and space
Space
The air cuts the skins
Force now under
Bandages hands tear and pull
at the chest cavity
Screaming all the meat away
In a epileptic frenzy
Searching to not exist
The feet wait silent
In a pool of excrement and blood
And still the mouth gurgles forth
A black matter thick and putrid
12. The History of Rape
Sorrow rains down
Hatred reigns now
If Satan be mine only audince
So shall it be
Misfortune
Ailment
A curse
Cave scorpions across thy lips
A curse
As I cut mine flesh
I send this to you
As I bleed
As I heal
I send you the misery of existence
A curse
I see your stink
Cunt
Suffer
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