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INSIDIOUS OMEN LYRICS
"Upon this Throne of Waste and Decay" (2006)
1. Grovelling Within the Zenith of Perversion
2. And Once My Eyes Had Forgotten The Sun
3. Bound in Flesh
4. Hail Terror
5. Nameless One
6. A Scarring Quest of Purity in Form
7. The Essence of Nothingness
1. Grovelling Within the Zenith of Perversion
Throughout these scars of flesh, no time to dry those tears
For seconds of pleasure divine unstoppable and all too clear
Humiliated, pathetic innocence crushed
Stretched, ripped and broken is this gaping hole of lust
Peace is found
Through tainted flesh of the young
Exploited to wear filths crown
Locked in a maze of desire, obsession, pain and cum
Disgust inside her, one with the guilt in time
And thrust, then wider, begging to be rammed with hate
Let go and fire consumes the heart with fate
Erase, reminders, of the guilt that flesh does swallow
2. And Once My Eyes Had Forgotten The Sun
And once my eyes had forgotten the sun
My skin and the blood, memories seemed meaningless
An open shell injected between traded hearts
Her eyes they close, wrought with sorrow
This hunger holds nothing but hidden intentions
It mocks my every step and burns to ash
With only smoke and mirrors you've taught me nothing
I search for peace and honor: my loneliness has sealed her fate
Hell, sealed inside of me
Throughout these circles to behold
And I have watched them, to ash
Inside this spell of broken dreams
And my own worshipping of dark
Then I have watched them, to ash
To dust
3. Bound in Flesh
Void this broken shell of light
Spilled over and seething with compliance
Becoming more putrid while vacant masters spin their webs
Entangled and soaked in its filth
Twisting and churning till the reflection is built
Mechanized, stalk the way
Self-deception triumphant and mocks painted stains
An enchantment, grace, I shed not tears
For this dead sky and its maze of stars interlocking lies
Infinity unknown is the darkness I hold, the darkness behind stone eyes
Cleansed is the flesh with fire and mud, torn from its slumber and form
Much frailty this fantasy holds, rotten like the cunt of a whore
My belly is full, oh master of loss
Black like the oil I now vomit your hate
Devotion rises in my heart
4. Hail Terror
Inside our seething blood of imperial ways
Honor and faith have shone
Inside our beating hearts have already won
Onward millions hung
And hail to the sons
Marching on, marching on
And hail to the storm
Marching on, marching on
Awaken the souls of blackened destiny
Honor and faith have shone
Trample upon the wasted hearts of the fallen
Onward millions hung
Hail to the ones and all with the secret, but it must be done
Hail to the wars its nothing but numbers
And Hail terror
5. Nameless One
I hold the secret to the gate of all lies
I hold the seal through the flame to the eye that is I, and the circle of time
I hold the righteous waters back
I hold the secret to our dawn
Come inside to this temple of Sodom
Where wells dried and cracked share no water but red
For the horns that are blazing, rejoice in its loss
Is the nature of god, that's slept in your bed?
I hold the secret to the gate of all lies
I hold the seal through the flame to the eye that is I, and the circle of time
I hold the righteous waters back
I hold the secret and the way
Let my judgment reign down upon them
Let my locust rain down, expulsion
6. A Scarring Quest of Purity in Form
Pulsating eyes, the picture without thought
In spirit forms, creating no more
Only to be born, malicious grade of unknown core
The choirs they sing, so unrelenting
And through their eyes they see in blood
And in their veins they course with mud
Unheard of natural silent modes
Their solvent met with greatest flood
In pursuit of all encompassing weakness
Breed, become, system of failure, error of their own design
Bleeding, crushing
In perpetual motion
Decay run rampant
Of smoke and devotion
Rewritten, unsown
Foreshadow abortion
Closer to black
Ending explosion
Bestowed with endless vision
Your words too much like fame
Marked by your indecisions
Discard into freedom and pain
Encircled by the traps of lusted fields
A vision, imagination, a home
Cycles of desire, clutching onto might
Throughout your prophetic toxic soul
A scarring quest of purity in form
Which carry meanings of nothing
Succumb to the snake of life through verses
All truth, burnt to ash and reverses
Between their bodies lies no fate
Unopened ending, seals of malice
Wounded patterns, bred forth rape
Layered on reasons, ransomed hate
Their eyes they pierce us, unveiling an end
Ripe with unspoiled skin rotting from within
The weeks they drip away turning into years
A blurred vision of eternity has crowned you in its fears
7. The Essence of Nothingness
Smoldering and choking upon the fields of flame
Searing are the embers upon this throne of waste and decay
Smear the seed soiled from life in defiance and reign
Its rotten yolk, twisted in lust, a vile womb of rape and disdain
Slow and malign
Tainted by the hands of light
Dripping away a cold burnt reflection
The trumpets blaring, echo our name
Seeping its redeeming lifeless empty scores
Spawned by a ferocious hunger for battle
Shall I be called Sodom and Gomorrah?
Or master deceiver or bringer of truth
These callous rotted veins, the pathways, overgrown with sickness and loss
Your enemy, the desire running through them
The desire for life spreading to a void and a quest for the answers to nowhere
But still we worship these idols of whores, for the essence of darkness and war
And we worship these idols of whores, for the essence of nothingness
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