[Sin7ven - Verse 1]
The wise man seeks inner peace
The sinner sees a pathway to the black gates of a deep infinity
Of terrible chimerical knowledge of all absurdity
Its noxious introduction will posit a crawling urgency
The mind fans reasons lost little cinder flame
As the skull is singing to the song of your fingernails
And the ripping flesh is birthing mental apathy
Detachment from the ego, rending, burning spectral agony
Give or take, I see a billion ways to kill and maim your diction
Every single day, my ill reptilian brain is willed away
The still decaying cadavers of obliterated rappers
Sit eviscerated after he had illustrated Hastur
On the ceiling for the master, exhilarated laughter
Echos in the chapel, giving way to titillating anger
And I set aflame the candles, scribe a yellow sign across the wall
He resides in hellish realms where parasites and monsters crawl
[Drainpuppet - Hook]
Coming hither hooded figures running withered wooden fingers
While a silent scytheman lingers humming chants of fallen singers
Hark, witness the harbinger lay fates of used syringes
With the tinge forgotten binges of our friends beyond the fringes
So it seems stoic dreams tatter seams from my means
Poet streams mask the screams while the steam keeps us clean
[Disjointed - Verse 2]
Lock the deadbolt, godless fog, acrid mist
Toxic Waltz acid trip; thugs hug the bedpost
Gothic bone abacus, count your sins above the threshold
Cut the leadstone, coughing ague assonance
Ear mites infesting the villagers
Fear bites, ingesting the visages and air pipes
Weird nights, the mirror likes testing his rationale
Oddjob, lob bobcats to depths of black canals
Salivating hooded figures approach
Amalgamating to one form coalition in coats
Midas touch mind fuck, my will's simply golden
At a cypher with a scythe clutched to fill empty soul gems
This your favorite tune, we raze the roof and spit ash
Pray to fabled moons, too cool for ancient schools of witchcraft
Raid the chamber of sages with a metal goat's face
Wear the 6 heavy medallions eround my breaking neck as gold chains
[Sin7ven - Verse 3]
The black goat of the woods with a thousand young
Pronounce its name, feel tendrils blooming around your tongue
The sounds of them, the whispering moon and the howling sun
Beckons us on the distant cruise of the drowning lungs
Ones who listen hear the kingdom in the void
Drumming rhythm, strumming driven by the sickle and a voice
Humming unsung songs of unpronounceable god's names
Some saw sun, some were sunken in dark caves
Heartache harbinger, render onto outer blackness
Thousand maggots down the hatch, descend along the mouth of madness
Wound up in the bowls with acrid revelations in the air
Later woke up from a state of meditation in my chair
In this crowd there's no parents holding your hands
And the only clothing demand is a ceremonial mask
The testimonial stands, as the mad arab has prophesied
Stars align this night for our black chasm of darker rites
[Drainpuppet - Refrain]
So it seems stoic dreams tatter seams from my means
Poet streams mask the screams while the steam keeps us clean
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