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TOWER OF BABEL LYRICS
"Upon the Shores of Exile" (2004 EP)
1. A Babylonian Legacy
2. Celestial Rebellion
3. Upon the Shores of Exile
4. Necrophysic
5. In Bleeding Rapture
6. The Eye of Cronos
1. A Babylonian Legacy
Livid in face
We become under-servants
Night, with delight
Pulsing carnal despair
Hung with the visage
Of cold winded torment
Gathered, we pause
To greet death’s gentle air
Overlords, we were ago
When once our pestilence ran cold
Dominion over man and beast
Alike, they had felt harsh defeat
Though now resigned to corpus wombs
Our legacy bears its own tomb
Alas, though you may hear our lore
Perished too have you, long before
Heavens pulsing
Belie all our legacies
Hear the anguished,
Endless pangs of suffering
My hands, my eyes,
Temporary tools of flesh
All are meant to be
Forgotten by the dark
Culling,
We gathered our glories
We basked,
In our own devices
Until,
The wind swept away our pride
And drove us to death
2. Celestial Rebellion
Twelve score dark angels
Adorned in gold masks
Mingle with purity
Life's bane in grasp
Whispers of sanity
Gasping for breath
Beckon the faithful
Through night and through death
Figures line
The fields of anger
Pushing at
A new horizon
Armed and poised
A calm preceeds them
Plotting minds
Starved cold to strife
Fire and
Brimstone
Empty
Pleasure
Thought
Run rampant
Through the
Void
Of heavenly wars
And of mysteries nigh
In blackness of shadow
The hour is denied
Cold-rimmed and callused
The eyes of the flock
Timeless perfection
The horrors they've wrought
Elder sun
The all consuming
Petty wars
Engulfed in pride
Blades, borne red
This day has altered
Weapons of
Heavenly tides
Millennia pass
Giving way to their war
Angellic, the torment
That hastens for more
No method nor motive
Survives through the years
Destruction consumes
All that was, all but tears
3. Upon the Shores of Exile
In hearts of men
There lies a place
Contagious to behold
Stifled logic
Thrust aside
With murderous intent
Unsettled; ill
Humanity’s
Gathered on high
Brought to their knees
Watching the ones
With evil’s gleam
Destroy their lives
Behead their queen
Why do they sit
And watch in shock
For they are sheep
Scared to the flock
Colossal ones
Leading them now
Let out some blood
And they will bow
Now in exile
We watch, reviled
Ripped at will
From this cold world
By darkness’ jealous hold
The kings of men
Have fallen nigh
Followed without a cry
Feel the anger
Coming strong
You’re naught more than just a pawn
Your whole life
Including birth
Was part of their masterwork
All they’ve taken
From our souls
We’ll pay back by blood, in full
The selfish ones
Now may reign
But, by our hands, they will be slain
Forfeit lives
Dark pleasures run
The end times come
Their plan’s undone
Bending to
Malicious dark
Tortured minds
Breed blackened hearts
4. Necrophysic
Catching the glare off the headsman’s axe
His mind did swell with thought
No purchase was there for maddened men
That cavorted with demon stock
In darkness, the doctor had sought after power
He’d made pacts and called out with forbidden voice
At last from beyond, a malevolence answered
Vociferously it appeared in his mind
Such insanity in ardor’s wake
The parasite brought his thoughts
Bombarding the doctor’s emptiness
Preaching vehemently it taught:
Fool mortal
I’ve beset you
Brought you plague
The time is ripe
Act through my will
With my lust
For human pain
I shall thrive
Acting through fleshling avatars
The nameless one quenched its thirst
The good doctor’s search for earthly might
Had unleashed a loathsome curse
Children and women and aged enthralled
The doctor had worked out his evil on throngs
Through surgical skill and a much warped brain
Ghastly suffering lingered where corpses had lain
Exalted
Empowered, under shade
Blood encrusted
His hands, oh what stain
Clutched in madness
Crawling with sweat from his work
Under tissue
Where such suffering lurked
The headsman’s swing was sure and swift
Trained upon the doctor’s neck
His head slipped off, though his sight remained
As the demon inside was let
5. In Bleeding Rapture
Softly despair engulfs
All that was, in one thought
Cry not under duress
Lest darkness steal me away
Corporeal rupture
In Heaven’s whitewashed blind
Vacuous creation
Swept clean with time
Pine for salvation
Ingratiate
I’ve fornicated
With angels’ grace
Bold death dementia
Painting my brow
Macabre reflection
On broken vows
End in rapture
Bleeding light run dry
Purpose blending
With the will to die
Whispers of dissent
Are flowing with the breeze
Spiritual anger
Won’t my life take leave?
6. The Eye of Cronos
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