DOWN LYRICS

1. Steeple

Saviour poison symbol mankind's weakened sum arms and a trunk burned into the sun
Skepticism tilt it summit blackened perched in
Black windows for miles the stare of the sky
Blinding devised crumble the site force it down
Blame kept it uninvolved forever the answer to droll prayers
Grid-tilted upside-down for pleasure inversion of the fixture
Diversion sans elixir the steeple will fall

Pleased fleece gleam ceased drone spell bellowed then snatched form
Portents of storm eclipse the sun insects amok hate it but embrace fate's wake
Down swinging rat relegation thriving the shun there's more than one faith under the sun frame one now
Truth kept us uninvolved forever the answer to droll prayers faith-tilted upside-down for pleasure.
Inversion of the failures excursion cell of jailers and their steeples will fall
Heirs of the late have been searching high and low for you and I the steeple will fall
The people will crawl steeple will fall

2. We Knew Him Well

Consume it All....

So Drink up!

Distrust the honest
Say enough to be hanged
From Troubled Tree tops
Word of Death to Men

Was it not good enough?
A ten year steep decline
Tangled in a mother's mother's mother.
A history of a brother

Distrust the honest
Say enough to blind
Genius Eccentric
Sympa-fucking-thetic

Hedonistic headlock
Versus old better times

Control with anothers other other
Ripped out hearts of brothers

Distrust the honest
self ??? anxiety
subsided into lethargy
self confessed to fate

rise up good luck
rise up good luck
rise up good luck

3. Hogshead / Dogshead

Hogshead matted bastard loading pitchforks for war
World brain bite me blood red corner is the head of the dog

Lantern of spotlight habit caved in like an eggshell
World brain bite me blood mist colour in the head of a hog

Making a devil right palm leaf wizard's smite rides on
Making a devil right annul the deep malign
Put a match to the prisons but the damned can't burn despite
Put a hammer to the human the reap biding its time drops

Dogs head matter factor caved in pitchforks of war world brain bite me
Blood red corner is the head of the dog
Blood mist colour in the head of a hog

4. Conjure

Snort the powder of Ibn Ghazi line up on ash, trembling swiftly
Weekly rising, taking the nightmares somewhere
Stripping it clean, drag it clean into the the system
The blind business that blinds a voice that's not a voice
Waiting in the old place serpents of vacation wind to the feet
Beware the conjure beware the conjure

The bulk of mortals walk alone with Eidolon unseen and foul
It's the lock under the deeps take a look at the blood that drips
Expectation of a blow servants of mission on to defeat
It's all the conjure

Now commencing blasphemy is addicted trail
In glory spread death on now come and see
Cut off spectrum, intercourse a terrible thing to hear
No earth born free not insane of this fear now the wisdom is born without guidance
A blind business that blinds a choice without choice
Waiting in the old place servants of occasion want to defeat
Beware the conjure beware the conjure

Beware the conjure beware the conjure
Beware the conjure because in the end, you will find out you cannot win

5. Sufferer's Years

Dark of December lying with wraith of the dying times
Cries in unison sing with the sufferer's breathing spoil
Match that fleeting toil and catch the fleeing soul
And open the gate fold graves I hate this time of year
A recall of long gone names I hate this time of year through the suffering all

Stark doom impendor draught in home and tomb entwine
Cries in unison sing with the sufferer's heaving lull
Match that beating's toll and catch the fleeing soul
Falling from an attic helped to feet dead

Dark of December rattle shrunken over glazing eyes
Cries in unison sing with the sufferer's breathing spoil
Match that fleeting toil and catch the fleeing soul
If you can open the gate fold graves I hate this time of year
To visit the ghosted names I hate this time of year
Through the suffering all falling from an attic helped to feet dead
Cries in unison sing years count

6. Bacchanalia

Wringing of bodies, rang of lurid glade of swamp extent vast and degraded here
Worshipper’s mass motion, left to right deeper fleur-de-lys-soaked institution
Unfamiliar chill the listener drain the blister
A vacated Hypnos endless bacchanalia

Creeping older fetishism laggard of New Orleans horde de rigueur for mention
Monday's repetition of Sunday's is more easily planned than it is performed
Born familiar chilled distiller follow it wrecked en masse
Passing the glass, slaking the mass
A vacated Hypnos endless bacchanalia

Falling ruin zenith poison stooping at each doorway's quasi customs knocked-off feet cult-mull degenerate
Dread the needed gloom under one domed-roof unfamiliar chill the blister drain the listener
Born familiar chilled distiller passing the glass, slaking the mass
A vacated Hypnos endless bacchanalia
There is an ocean waiting amber wind blows and the wind blows cry me a grave







DOWN LYRICS