Deathspell Omega - Drought (Complete) LYRICS

______________________________________________________ Deathspell Omega’s appendix EP to the album - Paracletus. 2012 Drought: Salowe Vision 0:00 - 3:41 Fiery Serpents 3:42 - 7:57 Scorpions and Drought 7:58 - 11:10 Sand 11:10 - 12:46 Abrasive Swirling Murk 12:46 - 16:32 The Crackled Book of Life 16:32 - 20:57 ______________________________________________________ _____________________| LYRICS |________________________ Fiery Serpents: (3:42) ...I had a sallowed vision wherein were fiery serpents, scorpions and drought. ...Sand, in an abrasive swirling murk, covered the crackled book of life... A testimony from the dimension of regret. This voice comes from the second right after the disaster when all there is left to say... in a distressed whisper is It is too late. The irreparable has been carved in stone and those made accountable for it are you. Standing, shivering in cold dim light waiting for the sentence of the Holy Dead like Adam and Eve at the end of time. One may argue that it was flawed since the beginning that the dice were loaded that God had it all within that He is the Source. O heavenly Father! pathogenic agent of contamination. harbringer of catastrophe, icon of the impending Fall: but what difference does it make? Altitudines Satana the vertigo of Liberty tipped the scales. A shadow of horror is risen. This will not be redeemed no matter how sincere the genuflection and ardent the confession. ______________________________________________________ Scorpions & Drought: (7:58) There I stand, in a wood of trees pale as if bones eroded by nefarious winds, haunted by their barking echoes. Were doubts to arise that God retreats slowly from this world which until now renewed itself with every dawn nurtured by holy breath: behold those mountains the rocks of which turn to ghosts and those roots petrified in thirst, vainly defying the opaque silence of hollow rivers, and bury your doubts in a profane grave. The greatest proof of justice and mercy God’s supreme goodness and his loving caress inhabit these abrasive pillars of dust, the black veil at the horizon soon to hush in velvet silence your daughter’s last breath, crowning you the depositary of ten thousand indignities: the eminent king of a world in dismay. Every singularity is filed down by this continuous ochre stream. The only memory and existence those you cherished ever had and ever could have, the memory of the heart, is overcome by the drought of the heart: a desert with no life but scorpions coming as a swarm, as a flood with an abundance of deadly stings... one for every remembrance one for every comforting echo of the past for blithe days of hope turned sour one for every comforting echo of the past for blithe days of hope turned sour ______________________________________________________ Sand: (11:10) A desert with no life but scorpions coming as a swarm, as a flood with an abundance of deadly stings... one for every remembrance one for every comforting echo of the past for blithe days of hope turned sour. ______________________________________________________ Abrasive Swirling Murk (12:46) There are places not to be found but to be recognized, they sheltered a fire. The fire wherein the acts of God and the acts of men were to melt and merge making it a a senseless chore to distinguish the human from the divine. God resides in such places and it is where He conspires at the devastation of what took him so long to accomplish. It is where the sentence matured and was declared in joint responsibility. Yet, wasn’t this an act of compassion? Like the shooting in the head of a horse with a broken leg. Your cry of revolt and disbelief a brief caesura in the slowing heartbeat of the world as if a horrible new pain had been given birth in abomination - surges in vain the face the inexorable, leaving behind but a meagre comfort: there is no exemption for the offspring of this withered womb, not even for Chaos itself. Who can reap the meaning of this unstinted negation of centuries and millions before it sinks within the infinite depths of that dun ocean? ______________________________________________________ Thanks for watching. Don’t subscribe. I’m not here for the views. ______________________________________________________