ABYSMAL TORMENT LYRICS

1. Nefast Omen

2. Omega

Visions of ivory smiles fill thy fantasy
Tight confines in the midst mouldy graves
Existence, the slumbering deathlike rest
Before the awakening on a higher plane

Waiting amongst the dead
In smouldering austere tombs
Still kindled by the flames
Of ageless patience waiting
For a breath of wisdom to ignite
This cannibal conflagration

Tearing its way through corpses
Cleaving carnality away in chunks
Tearing its way through corpses
Cleaving carnality away in chunks

Along with weak illusory remnants
Of ceaseless demise mistaken for life
Death inculcated in plain view
But none are able to perceive

Every last drop of blood falling
Into an ocean of pain called truth
Shall ever man disentangle reason?
From the everlasting wretched web

Of debased venerated absurdities
To which a myriad of slave minds
Lie ensnared for spiralling centuries
How can truth ever be known?
When even men’s nature lies
As walking cadavers litter the earth
Abominations spreading like cancer
All dead to the eyes of those awoken

Wholly barren of any signs of life
Just claim ahead of what remains
Silent vacant sepulchres lie in wait
For the living dead walking the earth
Trudging endlessly towards the edge

3. Colony of Maggots

We’re one sunlit eve away from the storm
One caressing kiss away from the fist
One promising tomorrow away from sorrow
One steady step away from the slippery edge
One laughter filled breath away from our death
One daring leap on a mountain too steep

We’re one genocide away from salvation
One droplet of rain away from the flood
One restful sleep from the cemetery mud
One triumphant victory away from shame
One unique idea and it’s all the same

We’re one bullet away from homicide
One sandy step away from the deadly tide
One truth bleeding from ten thousand lies
One incessant horde that follows as mice
One furtive abortion from annihilation

We’re one fraction of an immense abstraction
One will to slaughter our way to salvation
One wield of a sword from the godhead’s ablation
One impure stream of cleansing devotion
One more stab at a mother in convulsion

We’re one expression of freedom in bondage
One wall in a prison of our own conception
One colony of maggots feeding on a sore wound
One dangling strand of hope poised on doom
One virulent strike cast in burning desire

We’re one mind with no design that is right
One strenuous now from tomorrow’s plight
One field of vision and nothing in sight
One short eternity from heavens light

4. Supreme Tyrant in Putrescence

Standing on the nameless graves
of victims slain just to please me
Tortured craving death as mercy
Mangled so my whims be served
Their life I claimed, stalked and reaped,
Living they belonged solely to me
To torque and shape as I demand
Emperor in my ruthless dominion

Sovereignty of terror I uphold
Treading placidly on moist soil
While they rot beneath my feet
Their putrescent decomposition
summons my countless servants
To gather for the decaying banquet
Of human leftovers that I abjured
For nature to claim her sublime due

When dead they serve no purpose
Mortal injury being the perfect tool
To extract fear in massive amounts
Supreme tyrant by my own decree

Sovereignty of terror I uphold
Treading placidly on moist soil
While they rot beneath my feet
Their putrescent decomposition
summons my countless servants
To gather for the decaying banquet
Of human leftovers that I abjured
For nature to claim her sublime due

To dispense pain and harvest dread
Becoming a tangible addictive entity

Of graying husks burred in damp earth
Penchant for tender flesh of females
Being more malleable for my designs
But in the end I don't deny myself conveying
Unthinkable suffrage indiscriminately
All are welcome among the fold
To rot in saturated mass graves
Rigorously terrorizing the living
Absorbing fear is my sole undertaking

5. Scorched Beneath Flaming Wings

In due time when lastly I become Death
Death will be the seed from which I grow
Animated by ardent conflagration
I am all you so heatedly strove for

Now filled with regret wail in desperation
For all shall vanish in one violent roar
For Death needs time for what it kills to grow in
This endless viral replication of life-in-death

The furnace of millennial pressures
Scorched beneath flaming wings
Virulently explodes in vengeful wrath
scorched Beneath Flaming Wings
A Heated pyroclastic flow that purges
Scorched Beneath Flaming Wings
Consuming all standing in its path
scorched beneath flaming wings

The wings of death
Unfurl with a cry of war
Now filled with regret
Behold the Phoenix soar

Now I am become Death destroyer of Worlds
Flirting with possibilities beyond hate and bliss
Placing illusion in the fiery grave as it belongs
Into scorching fire all shall find their desired peace

A flame of omnicidal candour
Embracing all in grandeur
Scorching bonds in rapture
Nothing but glowing stupor

6. Embalment

Supine in dormant likeness waiting
A husk of unaware of the havoc within
Cells are bursting in a chain reaction
decay is their only finite function

Flesh to liquid than rarified to vapors
Emanations of rot vitriolic to the senses
Finding escape routes through cavities
witness the final dread of a narcissist

Lucidly shown by the gray cold light
That same rage nagging intermittend flicker
Conferring death its own dismal luster
With its subtle metamorphic changes

While a moth flaps its powdery wings
Dropping its chalklike residue onto
Dry spent eyes evoking their void hopes
Faintly glistening in the cold brightness

Years of self-centered consciousness
In the end also lead their way to this
Delusions of grandeur extinguished
Upon the dreaded dissecting table

Supine onto it welcoming surface
The smooth frigid feel of polished steel
Draining the last slivers of bodily heat
Nestled within tissues in decomposition

so torrid to the touch so cold as cold can be
The once delicate curves and features
Look so disjointed and angular as of now
Lifeless husk slowly torn apart by gravity

Lifting the limp head and pushing a trocar
Below the union of daphragm and sternum
Steel scraping the abdomen's architecture
Bleeding dry the torso's lower cavities

Of its purulent sludge-foaming abcesses
The embalming art meticulous in process
Not to restore the husk's former semblance
Merely to the defy nature's grip just enough

As to prevent further decay prior to entombment
Such a practice heralds a constant remainder
Of flesh's mortality as positively expendable
and utterly disposable unlike the inner fire

Lifting the limp head and pushing a trocar
Below the union of diaphragm and sternum
steel scraping the abdomen's architecture
Bleeding dry the torso's lower cavities.

7. Gestation of Malevolence

8. Chronicles of Gouged Eyes

9. Recursive Hatred

10. Rinsed in Shreds

11. A Glimpse in the Cesspit

ABYSMAL TORMENT LYRICS