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lyrics
Son you have left my harsh discipline and hatred.
Now I wait for him, I struggle for centuries.
In our hunger we suffered, madness had taken me.
My mind is lost.
Survival is my existence, and tonight I wait for weary travellers.
My hovel is harsh, and yet they come to me for shelter.
In our hunger we suffered, darkness had taken me.
My mind is lost.
I watch them hang,
One by one, for decades I have sown,
years of writhing death.
And I watch them hang,
as a last foul breath of life is drawn.
Years of placid death.
So I wait with withered hands.
Lust of death grows stronger through the years.
Was him that I killed to be here?
So I wait with withered hands.
My lust grows stronger in years of rabid writhing death.
Life hangs by my hand as they suspend.
Through the door they descend.
I savour the terror.
Flogs rip and tear the flesh.
My lust grows stronger with every crack.
Now I am in power.
My wait is over.
Son you have left, my harsh discipline and hatred.
Now I wait for him, I struggle for centuries.
In our hunger we suffered, darkness had taken me.
My mind is lost.
The dissonant bleakness of the first track is less weird and more hypnotic than on the second track. That's why I like it a little more. But both songs together make for an extraordinary experience and a journey to the arhythmically beating heart of darkness. mourner