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REPROBATE LYRICS
"Tranquilities Abortion" (1992 Demo)
1. Intro
2. Judas Cradle
3. Canto 7
4. Wickerman
5. Finding Solace...
6. Tranquilities Abortion
1. Intro
2. Judas Cradle
Bastards, heretics, apostates, Jews, witches and warlocks
You’re summoned before us, accused of acts of such evil.
Blasphemers and traitors, whores and healers
Your tongue shall be loosened, we induce you to confess
Screams echo around the dark cell
Unspeakable acts committed
Unashamed they prey on weakness
Make you sign what they request, confess
Written words to testify guilt
You tell them what they want to hear
Your pleas for clemency are lost
Freedom at what cost
Beaten, stripped naked, wretched, why am I so hated
You’re tortured for pleasure, we have barely begun
Treat you as dogs we tie and abuse you
We have no real intention of losing you
Once here you will never go free, our justice a mockery
Kick and scream as you’re dragged to the torture room
Pray for the warmth of your mother’s womb
Pole arm spikes that tear at your neck
Your body bleeds in rivers
Beg for mercy – spit in your face
You offer all you have – are you so weak
Your look of horror when you first see the cradle
You would scream if your body was still able
Heretic fork lodged in your throat
Can you murmur “Abuiro”
Look to your family and children
And the pleasant fate that awaits them
Waist ring is fastened so tight
And you are hoisted like meat
Will they ever let you die
You’re summoned before us, accused of acts of such evil.
Blasphemers and traitors, whores and healers
Your tongue shall be loosened, we induce you to confess
You die a bloodied mess, on the Judas Cradle
3. Canto 7
4. Wickerman
As the veils that once dud shroud my mind
Now retreat revel the future
Lost was I but now I’ve found
The reason for this life is shown at last
Its meaning clear: I am an offering to your god
Sacrificed in the wickerman
A loss of faith, the harvest fails, smite the ground
Dirtied hands bloodied from the toil wipe the sweating brow
Your labours have been all for nothing
See your cattle die, your children sick and malnourished
Hope I give then take away
I feed on you and wallow in your pain
Your beating hearts pump the fluid that allows me life
You worship me and all I show contempt and disdain
Dance you fools to the pipes of Pan
A sacrifice in the wickerman
A meeting called, erect the carcass, it is agreed
We build a god in our own likeness woven with our tears
Constructed so we may be rescued, will this ally of our fears
Our graven image stands so proudly
I watch you work like hungry ants, twist my fingers
I could crush the hope that drives you on
That stirs in you such sweet devotion, fear
My weapon primed, should I distract you from your passion
I drain from you all that I can
It’s sacrificed in the wickerman
Snaking flame, smoke engulfing human flesh
It’s roasting makes me drool with hunger, feel your blistered skin
Your screams are those of pure contempt, rejoice in what you bring
The suffering can’t go unnoticed
Burn you human fool, your show of faith
Your agonies for nought, I’ll pay no heed
This immolation has no meaning
Oh, when will you learn
To waste your life shows its true value
Devotion means so much more than
A sacrifice in the wickerman
5. Finding Solace...
The end now closes its divine embrace
A beckoning call from infinity
The pain of life shall be swept from my mind
Absurd though it seems by the rivers of blood
This blade it tries to mock my right
To fall freely in eternal rest
I shall not be thwarted or become disheartened
I long for the waters to drain my wounds
Again I am deluded my departure incomplete
I scoff at the ineptitude at which I meet my fate
The coroner will laugh at my incompetent hand
This time I shall go deeper, the final cut at last
I’m lost in pools of light and darkness
Caught within their ebb and flow
The tides now turn and change direction
A maelstrom pulls me down below
The saviours hand? Such questions follow
Can this be the gaze of God
I’m asked if this is my own doing
Shamelessly I nod
But deep inside I feel a tugging
A searching doubt I can’t define
Do I reject the pain of living
Replace it with a life sublime
These thoughts my consciousness incarnate
Before me take on living form
Her face a twisted sham of beauty
I’m witness to her being born
She reaches out, I fear she’ll touch me
She lashes, grabs and pulls me near
She speaks in tongues, her language broken
I concentrate and strain to hear
Whispering she takes my manhood
Describing what I should expect
Revulsion turns to shock then pleasure
I feel alive and erect
Arousal and repulsion strange bedfellows I’m sure
But what she showed to me that day could never be ignored
If all you feel is hatred than that is all you’ll see
Your worthlessness apparent – and you will scream for death
6. Tranquilities Abortion
How I beseech thee O Lord
To look upon me with little malice or abhorrence
The weight of my sins grows with each corrupt thought
And I shall drag it always as penance
Where I walk the air is foul and stagnant
And petals drop with the stroke of my hand
Will these agonies ever forsake my worthless being
Or shall I still flounder alone
Chaste from birth now impregnated
Virgin, innocence, pious life the bride of God
Can you change the habit of a lifetime
Mother warns of the craving of the libertines
You question your purity
CHORUS:
Now child so sweet – feel my warmth
I’m your God, you’re my whore
Thrust so deep – don’t protest
Feel no shame – just take me
Questions asked of me, was I subdued or was I free
My consent means excommunication
Should I divulge how the miracle has happened
Or will they castigate me
Sisters hold me down inducing the expulsion
Can’t they see that they’re killing what they’ve prayed for
Are they sickened by the birth of the second coming
The conception immaculate
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