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Conceived
But just not meant to be
I have been willed into existence but abortion is my destiny
Captive, I suffer unbeknownst to my host
Not yet a soul I’m left to wander
These reproductive catacombs
Dilapidated organ system provides just enough to be
I cannot die yet not alive
In fetal purgatory
This dreadful black it pierces even eyeless sockets
Suffocating
Eternally in solitude I drift
Suspended in this amnion decayed
Wretched uterine walls reflecting back at me my pending fate
Oblivion
Apparitional umbilical noose
Hanging phantom
Taunting promising impossible relief
Surrounded by millions of undeveloped carcasses
Withered trophies of this savagery
Barren womb
Countless embryos entombed
Overflowing this bitter prenatal mausoleum
This hoarder of ejaculate, sinister
Gifted live revoked
As it had done to legions of dead fetuses that came before me
Sepulture in utero
Here I lie in purgatory
My intracorporeal burial site
Amongst my unborn kin I’ll dwell forever
Tumorous existence
A mass of cells eternal
Never to experience the trauma of birth
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Emetic Rapture
02:21
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Poison cult
Purveyors of the grand pursuit -
Immaculate regurgitation
Glory lies internally
Aficionados of the partially digested
Combing through piles of sick
Only the finest vomit to sate our needs
Bulimic disciples
Bile soaked prophet
Preaching vomitous psalms
Unto a nauseated congregation
Silken virescent robes
Stained by sickly wretch of generations
Our faith - vomiting towards salvation
Now upon the altar
Purge to release my soul
Emetic liberation draws near
By the hands of sybils guided towards a heaving fate
In the viscous pools of acid drawing sigils
I summon demons of illness
The afterlife promised lies just beyond my reach
Vomiting towards the pantheon
Our idols preserved by our bile offerings
I meet my gods and face rejection - emptied
Discarded my purpose served
But a vessel, host to odious elixir
Erroneously led to my death
Deceived
Forgotten sacrifice
My worship meant nothing
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Charred Dermal Crust
01:49
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Golemish figure lurks cloaked in blackened flesh
Scorched skin, crumbling to dust
Melted innards ooze through dermal cracks
Solidified in oxidation
Wretched encrusted human husk
Continual eruption of viscera
Layer after layer
Liquefied entrails
Heaping on
Lamentation
Wailing now but a gurgle
Muffled by the vomit lodged inside its throat - sealed close
Revolting churn of bowels erupting
Entombed within this hardened offal casket for eternity
Rigor mortis premature
Now completely immured
Horrendous fate
It lies encased
Cocooned within its own excretion
Immolation
Charred and emptied human husk
Hollowed carcass now crumbled to dust
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Oh Great Sufferer
I pity thee not
Covetous, I gaze in disgust
Upon your battered body broken bound to the slab
In envy I wretch
Heaving in revulsion
I loathe the sight of your terror
A mockery of this tradition
Oh how you’ve tasted
This nectar brewed in sanctity
Libation - wasted
Wincing as these hallowed drops caress your tongue
Ungrateful recipient
This highest honor lost unto your ignorance
Vision blurring eyelids heavy
Body numbed venom now takes effect
Slip away let us guide you
Chosen one, we’ve much more to inject
Yield your psyche, unto our righteous spears as they impale
Cranial consecration by holy perforations
Overtaken by lustful jealousy
I look on in awe as your frail body begins convulsing
I long to know your journey, your pain, what is it that you see
Peering deeply into vacant eyes I meet god - suffering
Holocaustic vivisection
Our prophet lies lobotomized
No trace of self remains
Arcane ceremonial hallucinosis achieved
Savor these last moments in the void before I set you free
Eyes jut out
Wet with fear and wonder open wide
Thickly glazed these lenses to a hollow soul
Petrified
You turn to me infantile gaze suddenly sours
Born again in savagery
Innocent - deflowered
Ritual complete
Gift of violence repaid by utter relinquishment of brain activity
Invalid near vegetative
Honor in this violation
Join the others walk with pride
Mental capacity your sacrifice
One of many
But the latest member of my sickly horde
My tender atrocities I deeply adore
Each so special
I the shepherd of this flock apallic
Warden of oblivion
Stumbling you turn to me as though to ask
“What am I?”
Violated
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Wreathed in Sores
02:54
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Beyond a veil of rotten flesh a grimacing face doth peer
Wreathed in a wretched, seeping halo of disease
Yellowed eyes gaze, piercing through an odor most offensive
Her presence brings me to my knees
Swollen, engulfed in boils, oozing in her splendor
She beckons me, pleading for relief
Lying there still, if not for twitching
Her searing pain my ecstasy
Hideous cratered skin thickened by years of scarring
Yet still coarse hair bursts forth in scattered patterns
Physiognomy malformed
A bloated figure wreathed in sores
Ruined by the pummeling fist of unrelenting
Disease
Swollen, engulfed in boils, oozing in her splendor
She beckons me, pleading for relief
Yet the contours of her sores, so exquisitely sculpted
As if carved by the gods of disease
My muse
I must worship you
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Overwhelming rush of emotion
Anticipation washes over my body
I cannot contain this urge
Eager to experience her putrid flesh
I must wait as long as I can
Sick indulgence - deferred
My patience rewarded
By the pungent stench of aging sores
Wounds erupting
Blissful in my gaze
My phallus engorged
Her agony inspired
Artful in her disability
A temple of infection
Madonna of disease
Intoxicating beauty
I timidly approach her fragile ailing body
Nauseated in anticipation
Caressing her infected mounds
Oily to the touch
Sensational, oozing pus
Tonguing the sores
Relishing each second
A delicate quality to their texture
Fiendishly applying pressure to deflated boils
I must have more pus
I cannot wait for suppuration
Reexamine in hysteria her ruptured sores
To ensure that not a drop of such divinity is squandered
Mourning in delirium
Overcome by mephitis
Losing consciousness
High on the stench
Inhaling in euphoria
I paint with her fluids to tell the tale of her suffering
A shrine to ulcerate magnificence
Feverish my gaze upon this altar
My masterwork -
Affliction incarnate
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Mounting intracutaneous pressure bursting forth
After millennia of suppuration
Torrents of pus flow endlessly
Cathartic excretion
Of ancient tissue rotten to the bone
Vast chasms bestrew infected flesh
Flesh gown mangled
Crudely draped over frail bones
This tattered dermal tapestry littered with wounds - familiar
Though their origin eludes me
I know their gifted pain is mocking
They haunt me as my sanity fails
I can’t recall
What caused these contusions?
Why am I so covered in lesions?
There must be meaning
Deeper, hidden, tucked away within
These abscesses must be opened
I must know the reason for my suffering
In delirium
I begin to claw at my wounds
Thrusting splintered fingernails, violently, piercing deep
Into distended boils
Hysterical subdermal combing
Stretching infected skin
Frenzied probing
Removing cysts for examination
Skin deeply welted by this psychotic excavation
Shredding
I lacerate
In hysteria
I mutilate
I know the answer lies somewhere within
These mocking wounds laughing agape
What have I done wrong?
What crime could fit this punishment?
Why is it that I can’t recall?
Why must I serve this sentence?
I may never know
Why I’m so compelled
To rip these wounds to shreds
But in this fever I must carry on
Relentless in my quest
Discovery
I’ve found within
The answers to my suffering
I lift (mangled) appendages
To drink from myself - cleansing sin
Archaic still pulsing
Lesions self inflicted years ago
As I approach enlightenment
I see my penance unobscured
Foul beads of corporal refuse upon my tongue
With each drop comes flooding memories
Of eons spent in agony
Each anamnesis more bitter than the last
How haunting it is to taste the seeping pus of ancient
Wounds
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God: Emaciated
00:42
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A race extinct
Brittle remains smother this landscape
The air, long thick with the soot of bones broken
By the ceaseless march of time
Survived by their ancient gods, condemned to roam
To endlessly choke with every breath
Upon their carcasses, pounded into noxious dust
Birthed in primeval hallucinosis
Visions, through worship turned to flesh and bone
Immortalized
Reared upon the loving breast of their congregation now eradicated
Lurking titans forsaken
Sole inhabitants of this sickly elysian necropolis
Senses dulled, near comatose
Chronic aching of the wretched beating in their chest - endless
Hissing morbid prayers divine
To the abyss
The deafening ring of lamentations eonic
Join in sickening chorus with the howl of frozen winds as they whip
Across this slaten hellscape, boundless
Agonal hymns echoing into eternity
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