Zavorash
Zavorash - Isolation Icon & The Blackguard songtekst
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Isolation Icon & The Blackguard [Text: T.Scorn / Gideon, Music: I.Hate] I unmasked my genesis, this given inbound patricide While clairvoyance killed the super-ego and this all meaning died. I beheld a million brainchildren murdered on the illiberal pyre And an implacable pandemonium of a prodigious wobbling hive Draped in abounding droning shapes Gifted a bluebottle fleece Hymns scribbled in a spidery hand Caught shifting in the breeze As a rabis tragedian, accosting this imbecile morale While impeaching their cerulean innocence my laceration of faith prevailed. Debonairity instantly gifted, I now fail to bewail their fall, as I sneer at their febrile fear and halter their moribound call. Patron of Misanthropy Avatar of sanity A bulwark in heathen lands Blasted flawless by the sand Embellished by it's drudges and moldering sanctimony survives Through incessant mystical obese which the samblance of truth denies. Self-abnegation resounding and abjected to a gallantry-show, Of needless flimsy threats - This the humans of Earth bestow. Tracing lines with mounting glee Flashed a web-cracked smile Eldritch turns of father time Concoction of mead and bile Boundless preternatural wrangling and baspattering profound, in quile and iconolatry and gormless mass is bound. Fragmentation of the perceptive and in the nebulous enwrapped, signing the great necrology - By odius gibber entrapped. Widower of a numbing host Communal vestigial bride Litaire of immaculate zeal Reinforce the "I" In the maelstrom still imploring in coltish laboured need, the headsmen of heterogeneity are a gasping noxious breed. Dissimulating the plausible, nugatory accolade of disillusion, with eveningsongs of undiluted clemency drabbled in pure confusion. Patron of misanthropy Avatar of sanity A bulwark in heathen lands Blasted flawless by the sand Above this quaint opulence, this risible neurathenia of man, I cachinate as a blackguard, travelling these dying lands. In the ablart of lamentation lupine I walk in knavery, mordacious with an eerie truth - A rampant obfuscating novelty. Patron of misanthropy Avatar of prophanity The bulwark of these heathen lands Blasted flawless by the sand