Тексты песен Akercocke

Drink the blood, shadows cast Formless flesh your disguise Divine Hell ritual Crush your shape, unholy dance The captive angel flailing still Inside the dark, the dark inside Taste of the necrotic cad

"I give you my hands to your work I give you my eyes to see as you do I give you my tongue To speak your words I give you my mind That you may think in me..." But it is not the face of Levia

Fortune, my foe, why dost thou frown on me? And will thy favors never lighter be? Wilt thou, I say, forever breed my pain? And wilt thou not restore my joys again? In vain I sigh, in vain I wail and w

Melting into the crowd, the basaclica the bells of rome proclaming in the mid-day heat "Hosanna! Holy Father! Benedictus!" the face of a man who never considered an angel... sint mihi dei ac

Washing the incense And blood from my eyes The absurdities from my mind Bells pealing, aspersions I fell asleep thinking of angels My name shall be reviled Unto the end of the world To the last genera

[Words That Go Unspoken, Part 2] If I could catch a glimpse Of your grand design I'd see the truth and be repelled Through your facade I see your putrid lies But grace you not with my disdain Arroganc

[Death cover] Bodies deformed way beyond belief Cast out from their concerned society Flesh contorting day after day Freak of the dark world is what the people say Their lives decay before their eyes

Sunrise is hours away Precious seconds of life Drift away Unnoticed yet perfect Slowly disappearing I have found the edge Have I found the answer? Truth is my weapon Your anger not enough I wish to be

A moment when reason Has gone astray Suspended by threads That begin to fray What I’ve seen I can’t forget Yet the World keeps turning Am I left without regret An eye for an eye Hollowed apathy Weaken

Cold eyes, full of steppes And wolves and snow Grey eyes, lifeless sight Poison of God Kether, Chokmah, Binah The nightmare pulse exposed My ego dissipating The great abyss absolves My sybaritic mind

Nothing could save the Baptist Not cross, not altar, nor crucifix Old time lays waste the spirit Without condoning or condemning A complex sense of purpose For those with eyes to see “This town is afr

Master, take wing over the desert And parched land Master the art of suffering A divine dance Summon the master Mouth incendiary evocation Black flame engulfs Filth and maggots of humanity Hair burnin