Embrace Lyrics by Angel Corpse
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What is to be of this pestilienceThat makes empires tumble like tearsThe dust of millenia - fallen agesStaunches the flow of dawning horizonsObscuring -While the days crumble as their hours unfoldA sensual swooning - prophetic mockingAs the soils swallow the seeds of the pastEach one of us to his ownEmbraceDrowning in hallowed solitudeSwallowing the voidThe pallid hope revealed at lastEmbrace"Why should I fret in microcosmic bondsThat chafe the spirit and the mind repressWhen through the clouds gleam beckoning beyondsWhose shining vistas mock man's littleness?"Throw off those shackles of sufferanceThis penance of one thousand ordealsI wield the scepter of destinyChoose the means of my own deathGive me both nails and a hammerHarness those ecstasies of deathProstrate myself on cruciformAt last...With swift feet I made my wayHelmed by a cacophony of despairDeaf to the legacy of youthfullnessAnd beauty and joy since pined awayYet now a rush falls upon my earsOf dripping - whispering wordsThe hole of emptiness I pour throughUnveils the caress from far beyondNow no longer can I ignoreWhat goes before has gone againThe silence of immoralitySatisfied with this one fell stepPlunge beneath the waters -The freezing embrace of the goddess of deathQuote taken from H.P. Lovecraft's "Phaeton"
What is to be of this pestilienceThat makes empires tumble like tearsThe dust of millenia - fallen agesStaunches the flow of dawning horizonsObscuring -While the days crumble as their hours unfoldA sensual swooning - prophetic mockingAs the soils swallow the seeds of the pastEach one of us to his ownEmbraceDrowning in hallowed solitudeSwallowing the voidThe pallid hope revealed at lastEmbrace"Why should I fret in microcosmic bondsThat chafe the spirit and the mind repressWhen through the clouds gleam beckoning beyondsWhose shining vistas mock man's littleness?"Throw off those shackles of sufferanceThis penance of one thousand ordealsI wield the scepter of destinyChoose the means of my own deathGive me both nails and a hammerHarness those ecstasies of deathProstrate myself on cruciformAt last...With swift feet I made my wayHelmed by a cacophony of despairDeaf to the legacy of youthfullnessAnd beauty and joy since pined awayYet now a rush falls upon my earsOf dripping - whispering wordsThe hole of emptiness I pour throughUnveils the caress from far beyondNow no longer can I ignoreWhat goes before has gone againThe silence of immoralitySatisfied with this one fell stepPlunge beneath the waters -The freezing embrace of the goddess of deathQuote taken from H.P. Lovecraft's "Phaeton"