IV (Interment)
๐ต 1246 characters
โฑ๏ธ 14:52 duration
๐ ID: 3784408
๐ Lyrics
I descend
I descend
I closed my eyes and still these vistas rend
I descend
I descend
I closed my eyes and still these vistas rend
The waning sun... it's light so thing
Sickly, these pale shafts press
At a gruesome fog, an entangling torpor
Stripping the fenland air of pellucidity
Writhing chains of spiritual desolation reach
And beckons a shattered soul back into darkness
As the soils part in welcome
A riven aperture to embrace a sundered spirit
Closing like a withered fist
Around a frond of pale tissue
Weak - so very weak
Cold - frozen to the marrow
Encased by the frost of loathing
I have nothing left to give
Even my flesh presents naught
A cross-stitched tapestry of past failings
Pallid vessel of spiritual exsanguination
Home to the dread-stare of these listless eyes
Each sordid limb a tendril of pain
A beacon of suffering, a spite of torment
Aflame with gangrenous agony
This hemisphere of decrepitude demands extinction
Extinguish me
Yearning for ending
I beg for the embrace of the fens
A final resting place - marked only by a henge of dead trees
The cathedral stands, omniscient
A memorial to all those who walked within these shadows
Unmoved by the toil of the lost
Who sink without markings into the fathomless murk
I descend
I closed my eyes and still these vistas rend
I descend
I descend
I closed my eyes and still these vistas rend
The waning sun... it's light so thing
Sickly, these pale shafts press
At a gruesome fog, an entangling torpor
Stripping the fenland air of pellucidity
Writhing chains of spiritual desolation reach
And beckons a shattered soul back into darkness
As the soils part in welcome
A riven aperture to embrace a sundered spirit
Closing like a withered fist
Around a frond of pale tissue
Weak - so very weak
Cold - frozen to the marrow
Encased by the frost of loathing
I have nothing left to give
Even my flesh presents naught
A cross-stitched tapestry of past failings
Pallid vessel of spiritual exsanguination
Home to the dread-stare of these listless eyes
Each sordid limb a tendril of pain
A beacon of suffering, a spite of torment
Aflame with gangrenous agony
This hemisphere of decrepitude demands extinction
Extinguish me
Yearning for ending
I beg for the embrace of the fens
A final resting place - marked only by a henge of dead trees
The cathedral stands, omniscient
A memorial to all those who walked within these shadows
Unmoved by the toil of the lost
Who sink without markings into the fathomless murk
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[03:52.45] I descend
[03:54.89] I descend
[03:57.94] I closed my eyes and still these vistas rend
[04:05.29] I descend
[04:08.87] I descend
[04:13.28] I closed my eyes and still these vistas rend
[04:20.79] The waning sun... it's light so thing
[04:25.20] Sickly, these pale shafts press
[04:32.04] At a gruesome fog, an entangling torpor
[04:37.67] Stripping the fenland air of pellucidity
[04:45.36] Writhing chains of spiritual desolation reach
[04:56.06] And beckons a shattered soul back into darkness
[05:14.91] As the soils part in welcome
[05:25.04] A riven aperture to embrace a sundered spirit
[05:30.92] Closing like a withered fist
[05:36.77] Around a frond of pale tissue
[05:42.21] Weak - so very weak
[05:47.85] Cold - frozen to the marrow
[05:56.58] Encased by the frost of loathing
[06:06.03] I have nothing left to give
[06:18.49] Even my flesh presents naught
[08:01.55] A cross-stitched tapestry of past failings
[08:38.46] Pallid vessel of spiritual exsanguination
[08:50.01] Home to the dread-stare of these listless eyes
[09:18.29] Each sordid limb a tendril of pain
[09:40.67] A beacon of suffering, a spite of torment
[10:07.29] Aflame with gangrenous agony
[10:13.71] This hemisphere of decrepitude demands extinction
[10:47.30] Extinguish me
[11:00.02] Yearning for ending
[11:21.39] I beg for the embrace of the fens
[11:31.86] A final resting place - marked only by a henge of dead trees
[11:43.72] The cathedral stands, omniscient
[11:48.53] A memorial to all those who walked within these shadows
[12:14.35] Unmoved by the toil of the lost
[12:35.80] Who sink without markings into the fathomless murk
[13:27.71]
[03:54.89] I descend
[03:57.94] I closed my eyes and still these vistas rend
[04:05.29] I descend
[04:08.87] I descend
[04:13.28] I closed my eyes and still these vistas rend
[04:20.79] The waning sun... it's light so thing
[04:25.20] Sickly, these pale shafts press
[04:32.04] At a gruesome fog, an entangling torpor
[04:37.67] Stripping the fenland air of pellucidity
[04:45.36] Writhing chains of spiritual desolation reach
[04:56.06] And beckons a shattered soul back into darkness
[05:14.91] As the soils part in welcome
[05:25.04] A riven aperture to embrace a sundered spirit
[05:30.92] Closing like a withered fist
[05:36.77] Around a frond of pale tissue
[05:42.21] Weak - so very weak
[05:47.85] Cold - frozen to the marrow
[05:56.58] Encased by the frost of loathing
[06:06.03] I have nothing left to give
[06:18.49] Even my flesh presents naught
[08:01.55] A cross-stitched tapestry of past failings
[08:38.46] Pallid vessel of spiritual exsanguination
[08:50.01] Home to the dread-stare of these listless eyes
[09:18.29] Each sordid limb a tendril of pain
[09:40.67] A beacon of suffering, a spite of torment
[10:07.29] Aflame with gangrenous agony
[10:13.71] This hemisphere of decrepitude demands extinction
[10:47.30] Extinguish me
[11:00.02] Yearning for ending
[11:21.39] I beg for the embrace of the fens
[11:31.86] A final resting place - marked only by a henge of dead trees
[11:43.72] The cathedral stands, omniscient
[11:48.53] A memorial to all those who walked within these shadows
[12:14.35] Unmoved by the toil of the lost
[12:35.80] Who sink without markings into the fathomless murk
[13:27.71]