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SIN ORIGIN LYRICS
"Daemonized Dreams/Beyond the Cemetery Gates" (2004 Split)
1. The Daemon
2. Ghost of Sorrow
3. Tears on the Gallows
4. Conscript of Death
5. Morbid Souls
6. Beyond the Cemetery Gates
7. Entombed by Torchlight
1. The Daemon
Daemon Daemon, burning bright
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
Under what calm and bloodless moon
Did tear my thought's sinews?
From what recess does He peer? --
Such sightless command of fear.
And what eyes, or what call,
Could fit the margins of my soul?
And when this beckon fills my head,
Take it madness, peace, or dread?
Rend away such thoughts of He,
For this wrath inside me screams.
What this image edged in night's shade?
What the grasp of red orbs ablaze?
When the Deities crash the land,
And their blood soils the sand;
Did he-- the Tyger to the Lamb
come as the Daemon to Man?
Daemon Daemon, burning bright
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
*(inspired by William Blake's "The Tyger")
2. Ghost of Sorrow
Of her death-- as in my Casket;
I feel the Sovereign seasons fly
Raw upon the biding Earth,
Dragging the Frame inside which I lie.
My Rapture, soiled by loss,
Like my form, defiled by Time.
And Pain: Tears on reminding mold--
An Abyssal depth consumed by repine.
While Buried in gloom,
-- Though wood often drones,
And filed feet drum false hope,
For time holds no spade--
My mind still atrophies,
As fleshy white worms
Stem a musty life-worn plea--
The slow recession into shrouded vision.
In prayer to Gods unsent,
While crows caw my obsequies,
The coffin-- like the heart-- is made for
Interment, with Bereavement's
Scorching, wooden dirge.
3. Tears on the Gallows
Once he glared with apathy's orbs,
Until his time had reared;
Now he faces the desolate path--
A lurid fate doth leer.
His tears fall on the gallows,
And Sorrow spurns his steps,
Of punishment in following
His own apostate way.
Tears on the gallows
His chains rattle foreign tongues,
The wind buffets his soul,
As though from the Fallen One's
Wings in Cocytus' icy hole.
Hoisted like a paltry thing,
He sobs under the crosspiece loop.
Then dropped-- like Icarus
From the sun-beaten sky.
My eyes absorb his shifting face:
Brutus; Cassius; Judas Iscariot.
The aesthetics of life are
Brought out by Death.
If days are made of hanged men,
A noose is worn around mine.
And if nights bring
Atheists from the sky,
Then my end is surely nigh...
4. Conscript of Death
Galleys pour upon the shore,
As a roaring rushing wave
Spills bodies armed for death,
While flashing fires herald gore.
The paltry soldier cuts through the caves
Of the night-sea,
Now stained with gauze and odor.
Maniacal cogs inside him creak,
His plate mail panoply turns to air.
(All he knows is death, death, Death--
And nothing of despair.)
From hazy firmaments arrows descend,
And rack those too sane to live.
Braced in steel cavalries rend,
Roaring as men blankly survive.
Canons wail the land,
Men lie staring, blazed.
Death's parting blow breaks the hands
On the splitting decks; Bodies, all-crazed
Splash from the light, sobbing as the fires
Shear their peach-pink flesh.
Graves at them rush in a viscid red tide
And sink the ships
While vainly captains thresh.
The soldier smiles, for in this deliverance,
He knows freedom greets all who fall.
Moving to a mail-laden dance,
He kills again and again in liberty's thrall.
5. Morbid Souls
6. Beyond the Cemetery Gates
7. Entombed by Torchlight
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