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UNQUINTESSENCE LYRICS
"Ruined" (2002 EP)
1. An Epitaph For The Lightbearer
2. Whispers of Funeral Omen
3. Struggling In The Profound Well of Unquintessence
4. To Finally Ascend In The Darkest of Paths
5. Toward Scions of Improvement
1. An Epitaph For The Lightbearer
Ravens of Obscure glimmer, haunting his soul relentlesslyConstantly swirling above his decomposed carcass,As they scream and stridently laugh at the fallen knightOnce nemesis to all�For he is choking in his own body fluidsCruelly harassed by his dread conditionFearless soldier once enslaved by his sword, seeking unfounded revengeSlaying kings by thousand, pledging his loyalty to noneEven to Gods he swore that his hatred against Humanity would be eternalCondemned to be a bloodthirsty beast of warLike a rampaging demon, he fought many battles, undefeatedAnd he mocked Death�s inevitable clutchI am dead,Decaying alone on the battlefield,Being nothing more now than a disgusting feast for the verminsWhy am I still conscious?Unable to move nor see anymore, yet sensing an horrid presenceStaring at my remains, a cold smile engraved in its reflectionYes, I am forced to admit that I�m tormented,Torn apart in fact by my bitter burden of Un-deathHanging still between two worlds endlesslyIntense, is the shattering;For my agony is getting more acrid and I�m chased without mercyBy uprising insanityAm I denizen?Why can�t I perceive deadlight�s benevolenceTrough the enlighten mirror of Chaos?Intact�For it is I, who�s crumbling in silent standstillness
2. Whispers of Funeral Omen
Of a sixth sense, I am gracedThe everlasting shrieks of tortured souls, I hearChained in my mind, whispers of funeral omenI�ve dreamt about fields of cadavers, about murder & mayhemI�ve seen endless horizons of black desolationAll too real, the smell of decrepitude, the taste of silenceWithdrawn far away from the silvered surfaceBeneath the Earth�s warmth, away from the celestial vaultLost in an Abyss-like shadowrealm, hungry & coldStruggling to breath within this poisonous voidWhere Dawn has long ago been slaughtered by his own sonsSurrounded by primitive lifeformsThat once wandered the Land like meI am trapped in an unknown dimensionHurling my despair & cursing my anguish,My ravenous desire to escape those nightmarish truthsPlunged in a whirlwind of mourning, frozen by a disrupted terrorSo futile!High above me, I see this carnal envelop� figuringWhich is suppose to shelter my soul, though it is emptyNobody seem to have notice the lifeless void in my eyesOf an unbearable talent, I am the victimLurking at the threshold of a distorted primeval eraNumb and disorientedAwfully entangled by an absolute reason: Denial!Oh it hurts�Vomiting an inaudible shriekAn horrid chant of impure disharmonyFor I am reaped by the discord of countless martyred spectresCruelly cast away & exiled in this stinking PurgatoryWhere all those yearsI�ve been desperately crying my destructive returnUndesired birth without any glorifying warmthMy coming bursting the womb of CreationAnd my cries� echoing the absence of choirs and kindness
3. Struggling In The Profound Well of Unquintessence
A putrid stench emanate from my livid soulThe weakness of my flesh is unable to containThe loathing daemon trapped inside this feeble bodyFeared shade amongst mortals being,Invisible, yet they resent my unwelcomed and disturbing presenceFor I have been despised by the mundane cycle existence & afterlifeCondemned by divine laws, regurgitated by Death,For even his scythe won�t bring my demise and won�t put an end to the sufferingA stained Ether, throughout time, gave birth to a grotesque roaming debrisI�ve fell deep down the well of never-ending repugnanceLowest of lifeforms, nourished & raised in violent hatred,Channelling all that which is evil in menMy reflection cursed by disgustRejected human love & appreciationAnd forever now, I am drowning in the troubled waters of impurityPlaguing earthly virtues has a parasiteSeeking retribution trough violent acts of debaucheryBut I am lost between different trails of evolution,I have transcended to became an outsider to this known plane of realityCaught in a Maelstrom of lethargic ascendancyWhere Time has no effects, for its reign, thought great, is also limitedHas I was lured away from the crystallising lightI slowly became a wandering silhouette, melting in this hellish furnaceTruthfulness murdering my crippled soul to nothingness eternalI�ve walked this landscape, more than once�(Holding back my inquisiting wrath)Mourning my incestuous legacy, my generous birthrightTo be racked down to frightful facts & torn apartTo finally end up crucified asunder by my crystal clear perceptionMy hatred, the loathe rightfully justified toward the like of theeFor you are the source of all my inspiration�I�ve pierced the shell of my soul, truth revealed that I�m stillStrangled by this fatally wretched destinyFor if I scream, no one will hear me!
4. To Finally Ascend In The Darkest of Paths
From my passage, I will leave a malignant seed in yePiercing & raping your blind beliefs of happinessBy damnation, I have fell�And I am now deprived of the flickering light of hope nurturing kind spiritsShielded against all the backstabbing emotionsNo longer a slave to bestial instincts, so poorly human, of procreation� of true loveTo false ideologies & concepts of appealing, I wage an everyday war!For I am besieged & adorned by an horrid splendourThis frail essence inside of me, still pure, is slowly leakingFor every time I sense living flesh drawing near,Every time I witness they�re lamb-like ignorance,My blood turn winter cold, darken and run thickCursed!I behold, a withering surrounding of a dusty greyIn those country sides, the wind is whistling the sound of sinister violinsWhat a disturbing prelude to the fate less journey that I'm about�To undertakeI have taken the darkest of paths, forbidden even to godsDuelling with the Reaper, guardian of the gates,To finally cross the entrance�I�ve slaughtered Death!We destroy, what you are bound to createOur revenge is generated by scriptures & soundIn order to survive we decay, spreading forth our pestilenceSo called; soul-crafted ArtThen I awake, and I was numbed by desecrationA naked landscape so pure has opposed, to everything I�ve ever seenUnveiled before my eyes with such nonsenseImploding by intense pain in scorching emptinessI am permeated by such rabid revelations,For they�ve showed me unseen fatalities feared by the weaklingsYet� I am so serene in this blooming era of uncreationHas I search for answers and then foresaw absolutionIt was inverted like a dreadful contorted reality, untouched by agesAnd still in a primal state�Now soaked and infused by higher strive to achieved WisdomI am reborn to obliterate filth,To erase this failed experiment classified under; humanity(As if this mistake had never been made)The mighty Atlas crumbled, under the weight of my judgementMy forlorn kindred, sentence to global, international extinctionAnd if this was only a prelude�
5. Toward Scions of Improvement
The initial sin, the one on which you can supposedly relyYet at some point it was obvious (having a dagger rusting on my back,Clawing its way trough my organs) that I was stabbedBy corrupt thoughts I once trusted; diverse and manyBetrayed by all, except by Truth; absolute and controlledUntil I desperately reach maturity in something more vast(and let us say more� drastic)Of words and its consequences,Resulting in my current condition:My concluding catharsis negates all that includes tolerance(for too long have I bear the heavy burden of experience)There is no rest for the Defiant, ever�Circling around, tired, I drift silently in symbiotic duality with my surroundingCursed by the harsh duty of concealmentHush, won't you listen�To utter silence once and for all, for it is the most complex of musicIt hold the melodies of your thoughts intertwined deep into your mindWaiting to display their immense powerIt simply holds the future to be projected, dreadful� limitlessI am splendid in my NihilismExsanguis toward your Iconoclast,Yet the shadow ever-lurking behind you�And still I remain taller!I am Stagnation (in its every forms), yet I march proud and lucid�Toward scions of improvementAnd don't you dare disturb my trance, for you'd wake the ForsakenTo ye, I am opposed polarity (an abstraction skilfully painted by Chaos)A raging Behemoth cast in exodus from your homeworld Vault of Radiance(After several years of rampage & destruction)
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