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