MONUMENTAL TORMENT LYRICS

1. Son's Voices

[Instrumental]

2. Precipice

Coming closer, to the edge, pushed to the brink

The moment passes, collapse preceeded by, anticipation, nervous succumbing to eventuality

Uncentered

I know it is time to become what life requires, I know I cannot deny this forced transition

Undeniable, unrelenting

The reality, the weight to bare
No choice, no time to spare

Desperation, confusion, intimidation

Drowning
Writhing
Prisoner of my uncontrolled mind
Suffocating, searching for escape

Falling further, deeper into, the abyss

Suddenly I can breathe
Light ascends, the dawn approaches

Gasping, grounded, finding my center, knowing I can never return
I hold my head high and ascend

Sacrificing life, sacrifice the life that we once lived, Sacrificing life, going beyond to find more
Sacrificing life, sacrifice the life that we once lived, enduring progression, evolving without choice.

Gasping, grounded, finding my center, knowing I can never return
I hold my head high and ascend

Sacrificing life, sacrifice the life that we once lived, Sacrificing life, going beyond to find more
Sacrificing life, sacrifice the life that we once lived, enduring progression, evolving without choice.

3. Reconstruct

Reconstruct, reformed, revealed

The True nature
The substance of
mans inherant
lust for the meaningless

I
I have found
I
I have found

That I was programmed and shown a way of life, servitude.
Deemed worthy only by my level of

acquisitions, that at life's end hold no meaning, empty embracing only void, only upheld by knowing that there is more to this

I
I have found
I
I have found

Intensified
deprogramming
Self realizing
Allowing collapse

I define my own path, realize, meaning,
conquer, challenges,
goals set to reach the plateau of my being

Substance that I found, which i once never believed
I now stand proud and redefined
Staying open to realize my next journey

I
I have found
I
I have found

4. Mother

Closing my eyes, slowing my breathe to get to the stillness.

The peaceful silence, the golden peace, that the conscious life distracts us, further from the origin.

Rest, as close as we can come to the comfort, sanctity of the womb.
Born, slowly absorbing
adjusting to the new realm.
Light, shapes, Colors, form.
The chaos of ego, mind, life develop,
becoming purpose. Selfishness and service,

the accepted, taught path of survival.

Have we gained sight or was it lost? Was anything before? How deep can I go into the being that I am? Have I lost the ability, Throughout life chasing fleeting materialism?

Take charge, forge the new path

Take back the peace we had

5. The Spirit Of The Bride

[Instrumental]








MONUMENTAL TORMENT LYRICS