1.Malenchanments Of The Necrosphere
Ancient human obelisk awakens from centuries of dust,
Imprisoned in obsidian,
A horrid golemesque abomination.
The man of stone,
Black soul within the ebon bone,
Carved by the mad gods,
Born from the mountains hull,
Scrolls of blackened magick unearth this hateful will
anthromorphous.
Propelling forward slow and sluggish,
But rumbling to life.
Beyond those whiteless eyes,
A blinded rage of hatred, torment, and frustration,
Aeons of suffering,
Eternal is the conflagration to crumble every feeble being,
Found destruction his means of expressing.
Juggernaut of endless enmity,
Leaned hands equipped for throttling the heartless devils who've
bound him here,
With malenchanments of the necrosphere,
The end is near.
His poisoned heart is pumping somewhere deep inside.
From weakness armored for when the skulls of man his flesh
collides.
Soldier of solitude,
Of elemental pain.
Driven to insanity when stone his form became incarcerated in
his skin.
Emancipate him from his sin,
He once stood just like me,
A peasant full of apathy,
Petrified his family tree.
Shake free from the chains of bondage and arise.
Kill.
Storm the mortals land,
Unraveling his plan,
Fists of iron swinging,
Erase this Earth.
Enraged in rain filled footsteps lie the dead and broken,
The crushed and splintered,
Untimely their demise.
Juggernaut of endless enmity,
Leaned hands equipped for throttling the heartless devils that
have bound him here,
With malenchanments of the necrosphere,
2.Paint It Black
Lyricist：Mick Jagger, Keith Richards
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens every day
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the settin' sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I wanna see it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black, yeah
3.That Which Erodes The Most Tender
Lyricist：Brian Eschbach, Ryan Knight, Shannon Lucas, Trevor Strnad,
Bart Williams
Won't you rest your ruined head, my weary child？
This would 'twas not for thee
I send you now the promised land
Not one breath did you heave stilly born
Unto this earth sleeping so soundly in my arms
A slug-like trail of ocher fluids where we've danced
The sun is setting now, I hold a modest hand in vain
My lung emit a sigh, what fiend would
Take these tiny eyes and show them to the dark
God's just a lie
Never born into this den of sin
That which erodes the most tender of things
After the eve have fallen
The lights are sinking low
Shadows would hide that life
In him could never grow
A hollow gaze peers from the cradle black
Imagining his shining eyes just sockets staring back
Witness the baptism skeletal the world would shun
Reject the purest form of love, a mother to her son
I proceed to nurse him
I could almost smile
I entertain the notion
That he did live this while
But he's dead to this world
Carved out just like my heart
Soaked up and washed so lovingly
Cherished son unconditionally
In our secret world alone
Situation delicate crudely frowned upon
In our sacred love undone
Never born into this den of sin
That which erodes the most tender of things
After the eve has fallen
The lights are sinking low
Shadows would hide that life
In him could never grow
A hollow gaze peers from the cradle black
Imagining his shining eyes just sockets staring back
Witness the baptism skeletal the world would shun
Reject the purest form of love, a mother to her putrid rotting
son
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