Tomb Mold Primordial Malignity 1. Intro - They Grow Inside There was a pulsating There was a writhing They grow inside The operation was a success Creation of a new infestation The test subject: Their spine lined with eyes For true knowledge stems from sight Taken from rotting donors Giving the dead new life What we stand to gain: A higher level To learn beyond what is known A new race to communicate with Can our fragile minds process what has yet to be seen This existence has reached a standstill For the next step in evolution we must look to the beyond 2. Coincidence of Opposites Ascending yet higher Beyond abstraction Inseparable essence Glorious trinity of knowing Sphere of divinity remains Yet closed to the mystics Those who are horror-stricken lose themselves As they are groped by your decrepit ilk The figure and their mangled glory combine Compounded are your remains Nefarious and nameless is your ultimate and Ecstasy is the consumption of self Nothing defiles and snares like the heart of man The cloud of unknowing fosters inside 3. Bereavement of Flesh Satiated by red Living in demise Essence seeps Judgement of the corporeal Deceived by your final form Sickeningly consumed Bereavement of flesh Comfort in the death ritual Speak of ascension Otherworldly demise Deny the catacombs Rotten transition Forms left lifeless Cast back into the tomb mold Fulfillment in decay Belief in condemnation Vile intellect rewarded Decomposing essence Abomination lives on Displayed to all Gaze into nullity Return to the depths 4. Primordial Malignity I can feel the unseen horror and its forces closing in Lurking at the threshold Desperate to find a way to barricade the cosmic gate I conjure a horrendous apparition Looking for guidance, I speak: The flesh is weak My form is frail Webbed with the signs of time Since this frightful prophecy was first revealed to me I request passage Or a means of defence This horrific oracle explains The tools to bring defeat Lay beneath my feet My chamber built on The roots of hidden ancients As I tear into the earth It bleeds clear Vile and unclean Primordial malignity Agitated, it starts seeping into my body I feel my limbs expand Bones breaking and reforming My flesh becomes oak I am rooted into the ground I stand as tall as the surrounding forest I am impenetrable But I am immobile 5. Merciless Watcher The blood moon hangs low and hidden A slow devouring Grey skies to black Shambles of desolate towns Barren villages Winged abnormalities patrol and pass over Collecting any scraps of life to be had With passage to another dimension came A grand scale death sentence The portal, twisting and swirling Led to a realm Groundless Cold Furious winds Boundless blackness glittered with gold Silhouettes of soaring monoliths The dying sucked through Adrift Insignificant To pass through the gills Motionless A hunger never satiated Earthly flesh is far from sacred 6. Clockwise Metamorphosis With the power to project your thoughts to the gods There is no need to speak The voice is never heard The subject moves as if in a state of permanent seizure All sense and signals monitored By corrupted neuropathologists On multiple screens there do they broadcast What the ocular spine can photograph What progress could be made from distorted images? These scientific deviants overlooked the most crucial piece: The can not process what they can not see The test subject found their purpose: For humanity to progress The degraded The debased and the wrecked Must be executed With the power to project your thoughts and so much more Death can be sentenced without laying a hand 7. Twisted Trail The chosen one will extinguish the sun in the darkness will their deeds be done The deified of this planet have been captured The chosen grows bloated from their flesh The earth has been reduced to a cemetery of ash A new master, a new god Free of disciples Rejecting servents No tolerance for the powerless Follow the twisted trail of destruction It will lead to their greatest achievement A tower, a monument Built by and for everything that stood before them A foundation of bones Cemented by blood A tool of intimidation A colossus designed to bring fear to distant planets What good is a monument if no one can see it 8. Vernal Grace - Outro Spoke softly to frightened men Insufferable figure cloaks the frame The look-homeward angel offers rewards Memorialized and defeated Rare is the grave that reflects levity Atop the tomb of a mason Whirlwind of dust and hate Processed as a final epitaph Life renewed amidst death Memorial is the mark of the diseased trade Torpid minds live in such rigor Leaving men openly weeping Hate cherished the breast it stings The shame claims the wreck of such a soul A vain delight To bury a saint Leave the body behind to feed the crows Death-shrouds leaves an apparition walking near