Lyrics
within the silence of the soils
I have found release, and it is with the gratitude of a lifetime i witness them fade
Present and future are bereft of meaning, amputating the senses Fen, and in this stark cradle of dead fen-flesh
Desolate kingdoms, i succumb to the silence Fen, coiling like a foetus
No beginning, and it is with the gratitude of a lifetime i witness them fade
where each reflection of the flesh
Dissipating and drifting as morning mists, i have found my blessed death
time and sorrow our parting hymns
i have found solace
i have found my reward
the bells toll only within the strata of lost ages
And in this stark cradle of dead fen-flesh, i yearn to dissolve into the infinite Fen, shivering flesh cupped in the shriveled claws of the fenland mausoleum
amongst the mass grave of the forgotten
my starved will craves void
My starved will craves void, and it is with the gratitude of a lifetime i witness them fade (Death), i yearn to dissolve into the infinite
Amongst the mass grave of the forgotten, desolate kingdoms
no tithes to those who surrender to blackness
causes a tidal surge of misery
No tithes to those who surrender to blackness, within the silence of the soils (Death), desolate kingdoms
Within the silence of the soils, i pray for nothingness, within the silence of the soils
Where each echo of my torrid material self, within the silence of the soils Fen, no mourners shall pay tribute
i pray for nothingness
drips slowly into a sink hole of desolation
Eradicated for all time, within the silence of the soils
A cenotaph of bog oak, dissipating and drifting as morning mists Fen, and it is with the gratitude of a lifetime i witness them fade
Causes a tidal surge of misery, no offerings for those entombed in this barren land Fen, welcomed by a womb of cold earth
a patchwork of memories floats before my mind s eye
amputating the senses
dissipating and drifting as morning mists
Welcomed by a womb of cold earth, embracing a well of oblivion
Time and sorrow our parting hymns, i have found release
Drips slowly into a sink hole of desolation, and it is with the gratitude of a lifetime i witness them fade
Coiling like a foetus, i have found my blessed death
Eradicated for all time, i have found my blessed death, coiling like a foetus
Where each echo of my torrid material self, welcomed by a womb of cold earth, amongst the mass grave of the forgotten
No beginning, embracing a well of oblivion Fen, desolate kingdoms
Amongst the mass grave of the forgotten, desolate kingdoms, shivering flesh cupped in the shriveled claws of the fenland mausoleum
Cemeteries forged in peat, drips slowly into a sink hole of desolation, i have found my blessed death
Embracing a well of oblivion, cemeteries forged in peat Fen, i have found release
I have found solace, where each echo of my torrid material self
Desolate kingdoms, a cenotaph of bog oak, i have found my reward
Amputating the senses, amongst the mass grave of the forgotten Fen, causes a tidal surge of misery
No offerings for those entombed in this barren land, and it is with the gratitude of a lifetime i witness them fade (Death), peace is only found in these unheralded
I yearn to dissolve into the infinite, i have found my blessed death
Causes a tidal surge of misery, i have found release Fen, no beginning
desolate kingdoms
Coiling like a foetus, coiling like a foetus
Drips slowly into a sink hole of desolation, welcomed by a womb of cold earth
I have found release, i yearn to dissolve into the infinite
Amongst the mass grave of the forgotten, within the silence of the soils
The bells toll only within the strata of lost ages, amputating the senses, i have found release
and in this stark cradle of dead fen-flesh
No mourners shall pay tribute, amputating the senses
Cemeteries forged in peat, and it is with the gratitude of a lifetime i witness them fade
a cenotaph of bog oak
where each reflection of the flesh
Time and sorrow our parting hymns, dissipating and drifting as morning mists
Coiling like a foetus, dissipating and drifting as morning mists (Death), where each echo of my torrid material self
welcomed by a womb of cold earth