Though we quietly pled for the end inside.
Neither time nor daybreak will suppress this nightmare.
This we take to our graves.
Every breath is surely the last.
A twitch of life. A cold shudder.
Defy the instinct to recoil.
You are not your own,
You are the strength of life and love
To usher in the end.
Glacial and ceaseless desolation commands the stillness we have become.
Bow to sorrow.
Assent to death.
The cold lord governs by decree.
We plead for the grave;
This, our bitter confession.
Conquered long before we begin to suffer the loss,
Death holds dominion over more than the dying.
Aching for the next reachable paradise.
Awaiting the last...
Dear lord, not another breath.
Have I suffered...
Am I of warmth...
Capable of love...
A vessel of hate and bitterness...
I am aware of my every fault and failure.
Leave your venom behind.
May we all have such strength.
- The Creation Ruin
- Misanthropy Pure
- We Who Finish Last
- Chorus Of The Dissimilar
- In The Mind And Marrow
- To Bear The Brunt Of Many..
- Four Earths
- Set Your Body Ablaze
- Be Winged
- Cold Lord Quietus
- 1. At Least A Plausible Case..
- 2. My Heart Bleeds The Darke..
- 3. And Their Faces Are Twist..
- 4. Misanthropy Pure
- 5. Scornful Of The Motives A..
- 6. Be Winged
- 7. A Human Failing
- 8. Reach Beyond The Sun
- 9. Being Exemplary
- 10. Cold Lord Quietus