- Abyssmal Sorrow
- Relase date:
- April 01, 2008
- Deaden Productions
- Doom Black
1. BOUND IN LIFELESS AFFLICTION
To obscure me in colourless thoughts,
Granting me with visions of woe.
Seeking the end, and yearning for nothingness.
Trapped in the vacuum, the silent void of life.
The pale, cold skin opening,
Releasing more than blood, Abysmal silence and misery
I tear my rotten flesh. This cryptic loneliness
Hunting me down. I give in and embrace my end.
Only closer do I wish it would come. Utter demise is
Where I stray, towards that dreary, Death filled day.
2. REQUIEM FOR THE DYING MOON
Dawning of the silent void, smothered by mournful cries.
Devote to suffering, for the life I chose has drawn to the end.
Carved in flesh and broken stone, that vacant, empty
Heartless drone. Decayed gathering and funeral elegy
Under the weeping moon, it sings a sombre, Un-earthly tune.
For suicide I devote, my infinite despair you took.
This twilight eve for the lifeless, hymn of the dying moon,
For with it I was buried too.
3. CAVERNOUS SORROW AND WORTHLESSNESS
Flesh cut, deep as each grave, welcoming the hard
Sharpened steel, Cold, cavernous sorrow and the bitter
Taste of worthless existence. My scars will never mend.
I welcome the tools of the end. The rope in the trees,
The steel through the vein, the never ending fall.
Departed and nothing left to feel.
4. ECHOES THROUGH THE FIELDS OF DEATH
Ravenous waters as distant as my misery,
That voracious longing for my days, my blood
Soaked days to turn a dreadful grey.
Dying beneath the empty sky, Drowning below the
Dreadful waters, Buried by the dust of misery and
Burnt by the winds of despair.
Among the stones I walk, with austere rays of empty light.
So terrible to behold, and chants of death ever so cold.
Trees of loneliness and gnarling mists
Their branches holding in their hands, the silhouette of my end
Echoes of clutching rope and empty lungs, My Dirge.
5. AUSTERE LAMENT PART ONE
6. AUSTERE LAMENT PART TWO
Lament, none shall mourn my miserable passing,
Alone from the dawn of my time, my burial I embrace.
Bound by the dreadful sun, infecting me with misery.
So terrible to behold, this chamber you call life.
Drown in lifeless rain and roam in endless pain.
In the sky I smell your essence, in the clouds I see your presence
Upon the winds I feel your breath, within my dreams I lust your death.
Death do I un-endingly swear, into you I always stare.
Devote to your every move, for your path I will always choose.