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TYRANNY LYRICS
"Tides of Awakening" (2005)
1. Coalescent of the Inhumane Awareness
2. Sonorous Howl from Beyond the Stars
3. Upon the War-Torn Shape of Cold Earth
4. In the Arcane Clasp of Unwritten Hours
5. Entreaties to Primaeval Chaos
1. Coalescent of the Inhumane Awareness
In my dreams,
Sinking into cold depths
Dragged downwards the bottomless
by the oppressive weight of water
Through this languid hour
of ever yawning abyss
I journey the expanse of R'lyeh
The listless chant, crippling my thoughts
Calling from below, echoing in the
Cyclopean Halls of the green-veined stone
Loathsome in its redolence of spheres
and dimensions...
Unearthly aesthetic in disturbing ways
With malicious intent the Sleeper lies
Undying in dormancy with the will to arise
And the stars are key,
slowly turning in the lock
Grinding in awakening motion
In my Dreams,
Sinking into cold depths
Heeding an ancient clarion
unbeknown to me
Through this languid hour
of ever yawning abyss
Return to the ancient R'lyeh
2. Sonorous Howl from Beyond the Stars
Obscured by falling moon
ghoul-haunted black catacombs
prowl in ashen deserts
As the sands stir uneasy
with the cold of abysmal winds
Howling from nether-gulfs
and from the onyx monuments
of subterranean unholy caverns
Nighted winds of prehuman times
still burdened with eerie
voices of antediluvian aeons
Horrid ululations, echoes of
precambrian dawn
Discordant keening
without meaning or rhyme
Indescribable howl
of the tunes to
which dance the
formless idiot gods
Vast majestic sidereal
fabric of universe
resounds to the clarion
Echoes of creation
Echoes of before
the beginning of time
From before the throne
of Nuclear Chaos
3. Upon the War-Torn Shape of Cold Earth
Bleak solar glow
blind eye of the sun
Abandoned in the sky
seeking to pass
the withering earth
Lost in its arc
as the horizons bend
in inverse motion
And the dying earth groans
stretching in war-torn shape
Strange images trailed in the dust
Oceans are a mire
growing with ancient stones
Weed-grown bones of older earth
reaching from the churning swamp
Star-fire of putrescent hues
linking the spheres
Expanses of space
compromised by the ageless glyphs
The gate yawns to black nebulae
corpse-palloured ancient suns
Space-faring comets
teeming with inhuman life
Cold earth turns unheeding
'midst the fire of nameless stars
Cold earth turns unheeding
on black timeless gulfs afar
4. In the Arcane Clasp of Unwritten Hours
Like a bliss of malaise
this tainted air compels me
The unwrit hours pass again unheeded
Stillness, like a cold vengeance, no life shifts...
Grey ghost painted to the halls of ennui
Falling dust weaves bleary torpid scenes
through a bleak day
In this drifting miasma sore eyes staring
through the weary schemes of death
Strain of a stranger will
bound me from within
Grip devoid of strength
and the weight of dying stone
Forlorn, torn wisps of malady seethe...
and entrance me
This picturesque scene fragile
or so it seems, still unchanging
beyond endurance.
Vagrant shadows tire of motion
and abandon the empty halls
harvesting the decay of the centuries past
Arcana of darkest kind
this bleary sentiment unceasing
like lying awake without will
dreaming without dawn
And the strength slowly drains, lay still and cease
in the strenuous grasp of sloth
5. Entreaties to Primaeval Chaos
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