Proprioception - Earache

1. Mara

[Instrumental]

2. This Night Is The Coroner's

Through your teeth will my desire give life to this sickening perversion
This distortion of passion
Oh how this infernal evening hath surrendered the beat of my heart
With every lacerating breath do my veins swell in eager await
Devour me, I beg of you in quickened breath

My flesh enveloped in this most disgusting forms of mortal indulgence
Do not deny me pleasure
For we now unabridged will be complete
As I shall rest inside of you forevermore
In orgasmic captivation am I pleased with such voracity

Let go your moral anchor and descend beside me
Our hands, in flesh made metaphor, entwined forever
This love I have offered in banquet, be yours
The entombment within, my only desire
The beating of your frail heart to serenade the sleepless nights
My hands around your throat, your teeth embedded in my flesh

I am enthralled in vile lust
Let your desire consume me

3. Deadworld Reclamation

It seeks to be released
The fragments of a once brightened disposition
Are blackened in misanthropic disgust of all that has unsettled from within
In mere repulsion, so ravenous the innermost

My form contorts in disbelief
My patience attenuated
In the arousal of so foul a stench, my very structure distorts
From beneath ever grinning lips doth vile corruption run
As black as the midnight air does it pour from my mouth, now agape

In the amorous arms of iniquity held is my porcelain form of frailty debased
Defiling, the ground beneath me now corrodes
A force unto this earth bestowed, seething in noxious lament
Pooling from my very base does this eclipsing tide seek only to envelope

This loathsome liquid of origins, unknown from wounds exposed
Has run from this, my temple, now unto the ground
From within the purview of this darkest deception does this
Oh verminous salvation, befoul the world beneath
My arms now opened in cruel depiction of Christ
I watch in horror as the world diminishes

4. In Vastness, I Transfigure

Nothing in life could prepare me for such unendingness
The cadence of my heart began to swell
As I beheld what no man had ever before
A simplistic procedure now the bane of my entirety

From sternum to pelvis, the incision cleaves the sky above the silent tomes within
And my eyes beheld such vastness that I had never know before
This madness thus made flesh beneath me stretches beyond comprehension
Do these mortal eyes deceive?
I question as I kneel before eternity

By what hands and through what means was this monstrosity
This endlessness entombed beneath the flesh of a man?
This index of untold dimensions and length
Containing every moment and thought of not only he, but of we the entire race
Our very existence catalogued like fables in paper and ink
Can such a word callous hearts such as it now shall mine forever?

Existence?
If we feeble things can call it such
Enveloped in shadow, my heart in disarray, I descend through endlessness within
My very purpose now in question for I remain so small amidst their glory (the stars)
The edge of the scalpel caresses my throat
A means to an end in fear of all I have known
I have now only the screams of my former physical self
The sound of its suffering comforts me for it is all I know in this infinite darkness

5. Rotting Procession

My lungs they no longer draw breath
The stench of aeons past, my very flesh corrupted
I, the embodiment of decay
Forever changing, stagnant no longer
This temple, this organic structure
Shadowed beneath swarms of flies
How eager do their wings seek my carry

A lord amongst atrophy am I
The seed of undoing germinates within me
Seizing my nervous system in so disgusting a manner
How sickeningly do I hunger
Morals corrupted through appetance

This perversion, this desire, I shall no longer refuse
How unnerving my silence, but even in silence have you trembled
How loathsome that which enshrouds me
Oh, my beauty, the mirth of my desire
How lecherous that within me grows
I beseech your forgiveness

Oh, Death, eternal requiem
How your decaying hands shall stay my feet no more
My head anointed in disgust, it irrigates these veins
With a hunger so profound
That not even my love for another could prevent me from appeasing
My mind, my very thoughts, have become this sickness embodied
I won’t stop until the screaming does

6. Dismantle

With unease have I slept these past months
Her stride burning bright the confines of my dreams
The sleight of hand unleashing this perfection
To such heights she will grow

Horrors deriven, ye who stand atop wondrous pyres
You breathe eternal that no darkness shall withhold
In favored fascination do I covet thee so
And I have thirsted to bathe beneath such radiance
Among the dancing of your flickering robe
No encumbrance embracing your swell
For no barrier could contain

Only in morbid imaginings have I dreamt of this cremation
The joining of my ash to your unending tenure
I who have awoken such madness ask only this pittance of appeasement
To burn eternally in your loving arms
And to the dismay of my every thought does she look down upon me in faces of aversion
Her breath, her grasp cauterising the tears I have shed

Such multitudes of sorrow I would welcome if it meant only your loving embrace
Yet these woes I shall know eternal for I still breathe alone
And the sea of flames, folding in on itself, swallowed whole the entirety
How the roar of that which remains untamed brings me the only joy in this world I have ever known

7. One Of The Swarm

The scent of oh purest carnage, familiar to these hills
My father hath traversed these lands decades before my birth
A century doth pass by, the veins of the earth entrenched with the millions of dead
So few have my eyes seen in passing of glory
The aesthetics of death painted upon the canvas of so bewildering a scene
All sensations seared, all of my compassion numbed
My humanity wrenched from behind my lungs

The lusts of my bayonet, in crimson display have spilled upon these hands
From beneath my helmet do I glare back in sickening approval of the malice we many have sewn
My mind sentient of no reason, my face caressed by this foreign wind
A pulmonary incantation writhes beneath these ribs, crying in blood drunk verse and beguiling my conscious thought

The howl of descending mortar fire illuminates this blackest existence, a serenity wreathed in flame
The skies were beautiful as they burned
The dead roll over in their graves
Above the mortars, my ears discern my father screaming in his grave

8. A Welcome Displeasure

It was in tragedy of reflection that is
Oh purest of nights, was to drink incessantly from these veins
Beauty in comparison to no other
A standard made in flesh will in sickening glory run feverishly upon the razor’s edge

Admiration, this night shall end
How she loathes the sight of herself
And with every frantic thrust, her pallid, supple veins, showered in orgasmic tides of crimson, have quivered at their very sight
What once was desired is now a mere sickening depiction, a face so macabre
Convulsions induced by vomiting
No more a seductress, no less a queen

In detest of her mere reflection, her youthful complexion once adorned
The paths carved through arterial fabrication at the hands of herself
You disgust me, she screams with hoarseness in her throat
The razor, its soliloquy silences all
How beautiful its merciless sway
Her eyes, they close for one last time
All impurities unwashed in this filth and dishonour

9. Those Now Sleep Forever

So still I remain beneath the stars
Their transient majesty blankets the sullen
The sound of the complacent tranquility whispers into my deafened ears
How fragile and taciturn, the breath of the night
A disturbance amongst us in wake of my stir
My rest will in frustration wait as I have promised to shepherd my brothers

Beneath obsidian skies, I am compelled only through stubborn nature
I think only to harbour the adulation that in flames of passion or war will never burn
The discordant winds of war, its acrid scent stinging my eyes, can never blind the love I possess
And in silence have I sworn to remain ardent and impassioned

And may no enemy encircling lay hands upon which I so feverishly love
I shall never abandon you, so speak not a word, not another word
I’ll be right here by your side
Though the burdened crown of weight upon weakened column shall end
I with dying breath have appeased this macerating creation by human hands

Oh how glorious the silence, all iniquities bereaved as it descends to Earth on this most shameless of evenings
I will never know another night to be the same
May the resonating word of this memory burn brighter than the spirit of my youth
That I perished the last of vitality so that others may persist so that my brothers may live on

10. From Burning Sentiments

This will not end tonight
I have bared witness to tragedy in many
And my refusal to accept this will end all suffering
The blackened horizon beclouded by the presence of Gothic architecture
The eyes of this decaying waste shall see that there is hope

There will always be hope
And in my refusal to drown beneath the currents
I, with calloused hands, have reached into the abyss and drawn forth from the night’s breast the light of another once faded
I am no hero
I seek no restitution for the charity of my will

My coruscated pasts shall never be distress my beating heart
I refuse to let the voracious tides of depravity consume this life
And with the grace of my comforting hand, I have removed the grey blanketing mist that had rested upon her eyes in seek of eternity

What once was dead now breathes again, eyes open to the world around

11. VenomSpitter

My senses, how their impairment embitters me
With each rise and fall of my chest do I breathe such fire
Maintaining this caricature lacking opposition
I have stained the sheets of so fair a berth
I’ve wept for aeons in the maelstrom of vile addiction
The hounds, their symphony, accompanies me no more

The ties of depravity, my heart now ensnared
How I have hung my head in regards to such shame, morals conflicting my disposition
The discolour of my will, now afflicting the neurotransmitters now prevalent in my despair
With Id-like intent am I enclosed within such parameters
Though mortified, I am not bewildered

Colossal defeat, I shall ascend your cliffs again
I have not yet rested in my grave
This will not be my undoing
Thine ashes encompass me, countess of all repulsions
In ruin have I fashioned such wounds, to forever reconcile these memories
I will kneel no more
Oh, darkest of venoms, I draw thee out

12. Perpetual Abyssma