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THE AXIS OF PERDITION LYRICS
"The Ichneumon Method (And Less Welcome Techniques)" (2003)
1. A Ruined Nation Awakens
2. To Walk the Corridors of Hell
3. Nightmare Suspension
4. My Time, My Reign, My Tyranny
5. Forms on the Other Side of Silence
6. Reflections of the Underdark
7. Born Under the Knife, Live in Pain
8. Disturbance in the Perpetual Screen
1. A Ruined Nation Awakens
Obey me!
They sit alone on the edge of reason
Maleficent in their glory
Walking barren wastelands
The 13 desolate and cold
Leering from the black abyss
Ever tearing to their goal
A million screaming voices
Vile ambitions surge tenfold
The stars are screaming loud
The blind idiot god stumbles
A mind giving way
Gnashing worms from the other side of shadows
And in the centre of everything…
The swirling nuclear chaos
The children of the dead sun
The rejoicing damned
The 13 blessed helix
Marching from myth to megalomania…
Elite surgical supremacy
Shadow lords of the bio circuits
Prophets of chaos
Messiahs to the Shaggai
Dispensing erotic genocide
Progeny of Nyarlathotep
The universe is crumbling to dust
The atoms themselves are coming apart
The weak flesh withers and dies
Nail and tooth, token trophies
But through it all, a beacon of light
A homing signal at the end of infinity
A dulcet torch pierces Mechanikanna’s excrement
The single tri-lobed eye…
Piping daemonium flutes
The madness at the centre of everything
And it swells through the gate of nothingness
Time itself has died
2. To Walk the Corridors of Hell
Fall………..
Seasons of crippling pain as I walk through the corridors of hell
A disturbing contortion of the mind revered
Unending hypocrisy when faith removes your eyes
Fall……….
Stretch your fingertips and feel the barbed shell of your prison
Huddle freezing on the immaculate steps to my temple
Which lead in (intertwining) spirals to your nightmares
Burn the havens that justify the light
And watch the smoke invite the shadows in
Shadows so deep they are infinite chasms
The foetid jaws of hell
Fall………..
Seasons of crippling pain as I walk through the corridors of hell
A disturbing contortion of the mind revered
Unending hypocrisy when faith removes your eyes
Mummified god clinging like a parasite
To an earth that pathetically complies
Shall be swallowed by that gaping maw
All that lives shall die
Fall and fall again into the horrific maze of your undoing
To me it is a reflection of my supremacy
All that lives shall die
Die!
All that lives shall die
All that lives shall die
Die!
All that lives shall die
Whats going on out there?
3. Nightmare Suspension
I wear the crown of razor-thorns above tangled, twitching cables
Protruding from a bloodstained mouth wide in soundless agony
I, wreathed in tortured wires in the displaced gulf
Scorched hand gnarled around spheres of collapsing time
Pitiable fragments of war-ravaged cities creep behind horizons
Clawing through the toxic fumes and pits of atrophied hope
Humanity flees into sewers infested with seething terrors
Poisoned herds digested by an aeon of stagnation
I see nothing but the vastness of the envenomed stars I scream towards
The transitional suns in a dilating reality
I’ve seen everything but the vacuum of infinity
I’m the one who trampled glass into God’s grave of filth
Beneath the crumbling relics of the machinated empire
The unsullied throne becomes the pestilential tomb
Voices without mouths shriek words without expression
Minds without matter writhe in formless, wretched hunger
We are the life after death
We are the nightmare suspension
We are the cultivated hell around the transforming relic
The AXIS OF PERDITION
It’s post-human stellar beauty of the coldest sphere
It’s the entrancing glare of an imploding world
It’s black hole noise, whispers of singularity
Subsonic star-choir on the astral frequency
It’s the volatile retort of the chaos contortion
It’s the nightmare desynchrony of the dying god
It’s realities torn away in planetary rape
It’s the gift of unspoken cycles
This is it……This is the end of time!
4. My Time, My Reign, My Tyranny
Resurrected….
Awakened to an earth unrecognisable and ruined
Emerging from the fractured chambers of surrealism
Searchlights cast beams into a blackened cityscape
Through skyscrapers thrown down the horrors stalk
This is the God deconstruction field
Where scorched planets floating aimlessly
Are more insignificant than dust motes
Orbiting my baleful outstretched fist
Exacerbated madness of the chaotic abyss
Beneath continent-sized slabs of sentient machinery
Smoke-veiled mechanised Charcaroth
Rears its clustered jaws
I stare at your feeble world from the far side of the apocalypse
Chaos fathered me now I guide it into your world
Post-human abominations bow jerkily to my broken idol
To the thunderous violating song of the inverse stars
The stench grows more appalling as they draw near
Dragging their festering, bloated carcasses with spindly arms
Chittering incessantly from their many mouths
Eyeless, pulsating vermin dripping their filth into foul waters
A universe anathema to passivity and warmth
Stretches creeping metallic tendrils to strangle time
A malignant alien aeon eating its way towards you
Eternal pounding and joyless disarray
I died an iconoclast in chains and woke as a lifeless god
Stillborn apotheosis to rule over war-torn ruination
Misanthropic dawn
My time…my reign…my tyranny!
5. Forms on the Other Side of Silence
(note: all lyrics taken near-verbatim from the Stephen King short story "Crouch End" from his Nightmares and Dreamscapes collection)
[Three dots indicates part of the phrase from the story is omitted in the song, and CAPS indicates italics in the King text]
The blood of sunset had been replaced by the cool gray ashes of twilight. The deserted, decaying shops had given way to deserted, decaying warehouses. Her voice did not echo, but her footfalls seemed to. Overhead the sky was now purple. It might have been some distorting effect of the twilight, or her own exhaustion, but the warehouses seemed to lean hungrily over the road. The windows, caked with the dirt of decades---of centuries, perhaps---seemed to be staring at her. And the names on the signboards became progressively stranger, even lunatic, at the very least, unpronounceable. The vowels were in the wrong places, and the consonants had been strung together in a way that would make it impossible for any human tongue to get around them. "CTHULHU KRYON," read one. "YOGSOGGOTH" read another. "R'YELEH;" "NYARLAHOTEP."
She was in the grip of a terrible, bone-rattling fear, a fear so great she would not have believed a human being could endure it without going mad or dropping dead. It was impossible for her to articulate her fear except in one way, and even this, she said, only began to bridge the gulf which had opened her mind and heart. She said it was as if she were no longer on earth but on a different planet, a place so alien that the human mind could not even begin to comprehend it. The ANGLES seemed different, she said. The COLORS seemed different. The....but it was hopeless.
The stars were out, but they were not HER stars...these were crazed stars and lunatic constellations...
The street began to move then. The cobbles began to undulate like a carpet. They rose and fell, rose and fell. The tram tracks came loose and flew into the air---and then the cobbles themselves began to come loose, one by one at first, then in bunches. They just flew off into the darkness. There was a tearing sound when they came loose, a grinding, tearing sound....the way an earthquake must sound. And---something started to COME THROUGH....
Tentacles....and there were pink things like suckers...except sometimes they looked like faces....and all of them were in agony. Below them, in the darkness underneath the street---in the darkness BENEATH---there was something else. Something like EYES...
6. Reflections of the Underdark
Join me here where the stark trees whirl their shadows in the nuclear winds
Under bloated, acid-stained clouds collapsing in upon themselves
I have clambered through the chains that mask my prison to witness
The effigies of dead earth that symbolise your gods are crumbling
I saw how toxic and poisoned life became in that stench-ridden dark
I am the first of its spawn to crawl distorted and free out of the filth
Where the shadows wove a veil for that which slithers through charnel warrens
Where your herd means nothing in awe of our ravenous hive
Devour, blind and twitching young of the chain-linked shadows….
The feeding frenzy ends when nightmare propagates a soul
Now we revel in the secretive confluence of abominations
A face stretched to accommodate its malice
Devouring the grotesque dancers with its eyes
Scribing its name in the pit of excrescence with malformed hands
Learning how to writhe inside its messy skin grafts
Eating towards the surface in a foul swathe of dripping air
Malignant one, skin ripping the world
A distorted crown of bones is worn as a blindfold
By the contorted avatar, trembling in excitement
Slug-like and repellent in undeserved splendour
Consummate priest of the void betrayed by eloquence
He…chaos that crawls spider-like through its abyss….
7. Born Under the Knife, Live in Pain
Daddy, help me.
Daddy, where are you?
Inconceivable claws wrenching at the gates of time
Torrential incandescence of the atomic wellspring
Churning in its infinity amongst mindless dancers
Lurching to the twitching cadence of discordant flutes
This is chaotic abhorrence, mercurially envisioned horror
The incoherent howling in the untamed void
Of a malformed child stretching its emaciated limbs
Amidst the unbearable pounding and the stench of vile smoke
…Skin-graft ugliness…
…Implacable gaze…
…Towering disdain…
…Insectile grimace…
…Talons stretched…
…Muscles taught…
…Burning scars…
…Waiting to be born…
Cruel, haggard eyes locked in incurable amusement
Contorted grin on the face of inhumanity
Stirring the convulsions of its puppets
Stapled down and force fed misanthropy
Cavorting primitive playthings
Bastardised on the ruins of a wasted heaven
Eagerly devouring our own minds
Mouth and eyes sewn up but still we shriek and stare
In the alleys that weave between (gulf-spanning) sky-thorns
Graffiti hung derelict towers (pinning down the earth)
Litter scuttles blindly away like fear-crazed insects
Crumbling city walls echo their terror (back at them)
In the filth stained underpass we wait
Dangling limply on chains, hung from another reality
Empty minds waiting to create pain
Waiting to be born
And dying you [?] [?]
Initiates to the belief that you are not immune to the earth
You know that you are not alone
You're own [?] [?] and [?]
Our whole world, everything we see as nice and normal, and sane, might be like a big leather bowl filled with air. Only in some places, the leather scuffed almost down to nothing, places where the barriers are thinner. Wouldn't it be a day if the rest of that leather between us and whats on the inside of that bowl just rubbed away?
8. Disturbance in the Perpetual Screen
[Lyrics in parethesis are part of the written lyrics, but do not appear in the finished song]
I, wide asleep at 00:13 or so it seems
As my eyes roll back to inspect the optic nerves
The walls breathe with my exhalation
(Disgorging our insects to unravel your world)
My skin attempts to flee
A technological trail of vomit, blood and sperm
Snakes toward the rotten core
Maggots swaying to the rhythm of the universe
Tear my fingernails out from their tombs
Underversal architecture unfolding
The sky is pooling on the floor
A star or two screams abuse at my face
Reach down and pluck a thorn from my side
The placenta next to her upon the floor
Incapacitated?
(A naked thought, incandesant and burning
Primal like the sun, nuclear
Will power beaten into submission
Instinct rise in domination
The insects are gathering to watch intensively
Creator of maggots rises, writhing and spitting
Pulls me down and in
Burrow into rotten flesh, vomiting and twisted in ecstasy )
Teasing amplitudes of nothingness
Spun from the unreality chambers
I visualize deconstruction as the paramount of my fears
Who was this place?
Interjections of god, trapped in its own creation
(The unbeliever reels)
Intelligent equations decimate divinity
(Formulated infusions of horror)
(Peering in they are pleased
The torment of the individual
Their weapon of mass destruction is the creation of new paradigms
No one saw it coming save the sightless messiah)
(And who gave it credence?
Who stopped to pay attention to a warning of cataclysm)
(No one)
(And now the end is here and no more cards can be played)
You have no one to blame but yourselves for your weak hand
(No one.)
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