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The Marrow Veil Full Album Lyrics

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The Marrow Veil

(2015)
TypeEP
GenresBlack Metal, Death Metal
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Lyrics > H > Howls of Ebb Lyrics (17) > The Marrow Veil Lyrics (3)
Submitted by level 21 록스타 (2018-03-01)
1. Standing on Bedlam, Burning in Bliss (19:46)
I. As Eye Burns the Conscious Leap~
Resting on the laurels of grasp, pensively melting deep
Amor Fati writhes to such nefarious deceit
Far far out there, I take no shape
The Portent holds
Creep
Essence
Practice
Belief
Transdimensional procreation
Now sleep
II. As Nigh Defies ~
Covered in dust and grit from vibrating hinterland
Heating Shadow on pines east of limbo’s whim
Where shall I preserve my vortexial spiraling kin?
Hovered and bent on knee stuffing seed to egg
Conducting chants and howls for final entropic blend
Oh, how these potions will defy
The laws of their dimensions
Amassing the grips and gears to send our brewing kin
Transmitting visions to fruition, onward from within!
And why should we prohibit such Bedlam to begin?
Expecting fall to become the hindsight of Nigh
Breathing my last breath to carrion ashen skin
And why should we prohibit such Bedlam?
Two Fingers to Forehead!
From Bedlam
To Bliss
Loving
From the Crevices they will crawl and win
Covered in dust and grit from vibrating hinterland
Heating Shadow on pines east of limbo’s limbs
Where shall I preserve my vortexial spiraling kin?
Becoming dust off edge to sanctify dimensional End
Manifesting vertigo destinies, pulsing the final win
What shall we call this new breed?
My Son, Heathen-Non!
From Bedlam
To Bliss
Embrace Madness
From the Crevices they always crawl and win!
From Bedlam
To Bliss
Vibrations
From the Crevices they always crawl and win!
My Son, Heathen-nOn
Conducting chants and howls for final entropic blend
Breathing my last breath to carrion ashen skin
And what shall we call this new breed?
My Son, Heathen-nOn!
From Bedlam
To Bliss
Loving
From the Crevices they always crawl and win!
My Son, Heathen-nOnIII. As All Bequeaths~
2. Dusks Tyrannical Lore (2:29)
From the Dust
From the dark
From the East
Comes the whim of lore
From the Dim
From the shade
From the Right
Comes the weak old fool
From the Dust
From the Dark
From the East
Comes the whim of lore
From the Seas
From the shadow
From the Rite
Comes the weak old fool
From the Shallow
From the Craven
From the tools
Comes Dusks Tyrannical Lore
3. Iron Laurels, Woven in Rust (12:19)
Your Laurels are Brittle at Best
Ancient Weakness
Elusive yet real
Real as dusk and dawn before these very fields
As floating cobblestones mock the hangman drawn
So let their weak laurels rest on the weak pawns
As faded pages of pensive surety crumble in time
So misplaced Eons pour luxurious wine
Such hock’s symbiosis weaves taciturn and fraught
And so their iron laurels are driven deeper in for naught
For here my friends, is a tale of Ironies’ last play
Brevities eternal maze
A tale of the Iron Laurels Woven in Rust
Your laurels are brittle at best Dear
Hear, Hear tepid souls!
Your wisdom far from old
Alas fools, fetid and cold
Flaccid truisms far from bold
Hear, Hear tepid souls!
Your wisdom far from old
Try and beguile your fates
So brittle upon 8-sided crates
Anachronoids!
Anachronoids!
Hear, Hear tepid souls!
Your wisdom isn’t so old !
Ancient Weakness, elusive yet real
Real as dusk and dawn before these very fields
For here my friends, is a tale of Ironies’ last play
Brevities eternal maze
As floating cobblestones mock the hangman drawn
So misplaced Eons pour luxurious wine
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