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8342

(2018)
TypeAlbum (Studio full-length)
GenresAtmospheric Black Metal
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Lyrics > I > Inquinamentum Lyrics (12) > 8342 Lyrics (4)
Submitted by level 21 Eagles (2018-02-06)
1. From Nothing (3:04)
2. The Blackened Revelry (9:15)
I came from afar with a honed motif to bolster
Yearning for low hanging fruit, exalted flesh to gorge on
My sweet plaything, you laid in lustful swoon
To hone my craft, wretch your cries to the moon

Abscond in glee at this mendable heart
For your tears shall dry and cede no marks


'Cus in my dreams vixens conspire
Shape the landscapes of desire
Where we roam free in the debauchery
A blackened revelry
The blackened revelry
The blackened revelry

But now my muscles ache from mere morsels to draw from
Yet I broil for the next chase to adorn

At last! A shadow's cast! Come my faceless deary
I forth to hound and taunt, prey on you unwary

'Cus in my dreams the wolves conspire
Bay in landscapes of desire
Where we roam free in the debauchery
A blackened revelry
The blackened revelry
The blackened revelry

Unknown to me vulgarity has been exposed
An ogre shamed by a shaded virago

Reciting disgust I see the reflection
Of a feral wretched whoreson
My chest tightens, palpitates in guilt
The heinous betrayal of my will

All the painful memories I enfold
Are the only love I shall cradle and hold

For some life derails to deranged resorts
Desperate means fit for desperate sorts
Kissing the feet of those betrothed
And bathing in cesspools riddled with clones

But I find solace in this blessed curse
To line with those with sense and flout those adverse

'Cus in my dreams we all conspire
Reign in landscapes of desire
Where we roam free to whatever may be
A blackened revelry
3. To Wager Scars (6:20)
And so it begins again, the hourglass drained awaits to turn
Eroded grain by grain
Our craven order blames degraded prizes we unearth
For sanctions they will pave

Hanging from their vestments - draped phantasmagoria
We now see the callous greed that lurks 'neath emporia

Hail the man who sways the sword!
Parades clichés through the strings pulled taut
By puppeteers whom hold the cards
And plays living stakes, wagers scars

Convinced of their virtues scribing memoirs in repent
We trudge through a haze to the post, hear the next sent forth to death

Waiting...

Praying...

A flurry of blades approach
Their words of pity revoked
Claims pickings aimlessly to the slaughter

A lone survivor loaming the bane of the mire

Hail the man who sways the sword!
Parades clichés through the strings pulled taut
By puppeteers whom hold the cards
And plays living stakes, wagers scars

To wager scars

To wage my scars

And the hourglass turns marking the ended rout
I lay low rest assured one day it will run out
4. All Consuming (10:35)
For years the spheres of opus and might
Egos they jostled
But air and breath dulcet in its tones
They shaped a rebirth

Fulfilling dormant spirit
Lungs purge howls mantled behind lit glass
In vain to flatter brethren
Faking claims of reaping my filthy harvest

Bereft of the chance
To feed their souls in the flesh
Utterly desperate
To give the food of love ardent

For when the concord sounds
Creative malaise shakes the ground
Alloys my sickness
Surrenders guard - sedative bliss
Surfeit sweetness
Emotions in husk can't resist
To be king
A lucid dream all consuming
To be king
A lucid dream all consuming

Asudden troupe grants me their helm contained of ennui
To give up the ghost, measure worth 'gainst their yardstick
A needled affair...

Exsanguinates the overtures of yore
And instruments passed down through lore
But in the limelight shines the pure
Delusion of grandeur
Whoring mettle into tatters
A pet jester to taunt in caverns...

Of fantasy

Relinquished from the helm the troupe moves onto barren lands
Content for me to flounder in a swansong I dread to end

For when the concord sounds
Creative malaise shakes the ground
Alloys my sickness
Surrenders guard - sedative bliss
Surfeit sweetness
Emotions in husk can't resist
To be king
A lucid dream all consuming

A jack-of-all-trades but a master of none
Butchered to offal through the carvings undone

And though this sweet air is all consuming
It grants me passage to sleep in peace
Opens the clouds to riches which when I awake

I cry to dream again

I cry to dream again

Cry to dream again
5. Halcyon (5:17)
6. Benight (9:22)
Braying in the recesses - the furthest reaches of my mind
Fiends once dormant break through crevices I can't disguise
And abstracting (their) abhorrence with whetted embered fingers
Provide no reprieve that lingers

But these wounds and burns offer serene calm
Keep the closing promise of life's window ajar

To churn through neurosis and latent foes
Whom caressed this battered body with whispered woes

Summon the light
Flood history maligned
Retire the grind
And wait for fate to rid my benight

Retreat to the sanctum till the clarion calls
And idle in boredom through the mental hell wrought

Feigning brothers
The grief bandaged smothers
Retired fire
Of hate and seared fate full of benight

And through the trials and tribulations we must toil
I long to be transported away from this meaningless coil

And as we return decrepit lives
Tempt to run cuts deeper with crooked knives
I forge content to wallow in narcotic tides
And fall to the master - curb my benight
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