Devourer of Light Lyrics

Entranced by the mists of disease

We rest our eyes upon the Monarch,

The apparent true claimant of the crown

Sowing grains of comprehension…

That an unworthy heir is to reign beyond the grave

A possible tale forgotten and buried?

A long lost wisdom of treachery?

A tablet ripped from our prophecy?

And in dismissive awe we cross the ragged floor

Vile visions glare in the sooted flare from torch, after torch

Past fields of futile dreams went our voyage to seek

The wreath of wither and to reap the seeds of filth

Rumours led us hither but all we glean are visions of tongues on skin, in this moulted depiction of sin

Doors open and heavy shadows are cast upon our figures

As we adhere to the alluring hands of The Great Depressor

We behold the crown and our ignorance fades

In the glistening reflection of a lost sunray

No lies fool our eyes as they gaze upon The Great Devourer

The true lion of our sun!

The volatile flicker drowns in the shade

Encapsuled in a jewel the sun's lost ray fades

Down, our Monarch leads the way

Another set of slanting corridors coil behind the gate

Doors etched by panicked nails, in vain!

For there's no surpassing the ways of fate

And we are led past a blown torch,

Into a chamber with sooted, scorched floors

Stained by deeds unknown

Rows of catafalques...

Shackles...

Walls hollowed...

A reek of womb…

Our intentions of cleansing put us in debt to oblivion,

Mistaken for wisdom to own…

And in dismissive awe we cross the ragged floor

Vile visions shared with The Depraved Heir

As fuel for the engorged entities of fleshrot;

A journey into tragedy;

To pollute the futile breeding of life

Life is futile

Always we would seek the meaning, in vain,

For life was futile…

Vile visions will be our last

As life stays futile we'll wither in infinite nihility