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PATHOS LYRICS
"Perdition Splits The Skies" (2003)
1. Toward The Precipice
2. Descent Into Aphelion
3. In The Shallows Discerned
4. Shadows of The Plague
5. Eroding The Spires
6. Ocean's Length
7. Lying Absolution
8. Xibalba
9. Witness The Barren
10. Tools of Implement
1. Toward The Precipice
2. Descent Into Aphelion
Alizarin skies provide the subterfuge for flight
I’ve left the lighted path, had taste of tarnished air
Betrayal of angels end, cast out with purity
Permeating the final breath become now sacrosanct
With the tongues of nothing spake these winds unto my ear
Usurping their knowledge from the deaf and dying
Their answers carry to me upon silence
Men will fly only on the flesh
In flesh beget thine only flight
Finding time alone in the earth
While redemption lays deep in putrescence
Side by side stands immortality with all eternal
See the antiquities wait with rot in rust
Nearby cries from the mouths of those who die
In agony they’ve realized their perpetual lie
Their words purger wrought in blasphemy
In defiled world with deity unfurled damnation supersedes decay
Living coils reap the ineffable
Crushed gods now fall to mortality
As they’ve never been they have nothing
Too they will never be
Just as is the flight
So shall the kingdoms come to fall and weep
Through flesh with blood and bone in death
With salvation there is found no such rest
Intertwined it lays dormant underneath the dust
3. In The Shallows Discerned
4. Shadows of The Plague
5. Eroding The Spires
Awaiting pyre
To myself is held the flame with which to cleanse
Extinguish with that which lurks in mind
Regret foreshadows its maker
For the future now knows my past
Their vast distance soon shall overwhelm
They befriend not but in death
Deliver the body
So as to mate with the soul
May all smother in the falling ashes
And nothing gain the permit to fade
Candles were lit in my memories
They will not haunt with paraffin
Prompting the resurgence of internal injury
Scarred wounds now will burst and seethe
Why do some veins flow with milken nourishment?
Will mine always make the choice to bleed?
My castle has become my decrepit tomb
From its spires to the vast eternity
I call upon the consummation of my emptiness
Might it spread in me as a disease that I maintain
Usurping the senses as the nerves are severed
Bitterness overcomes the forgone sweet
Discordant worlds blind with distorted clarity
Know and show no warmth
Let the wayward deeds burn
In the depths of black oceans what can now be seen?
All that could have been or shall ever come to be
Turn to a deadened shade of fading grey
Epitaphs grow by tomes with every passing day
Cauterized eyes wish not recognize mine self
Lone in the mourning of beauty
For it as all things which are living
Must too die
6. Ocean's Length
7. Lying Absolution
8. Xibalba
9. Witness The Barren
10. Tools of Implement
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