A Thousand Dooms Lyrics

Identity's ensnared in the locus of bone, a grey voided consciousness, severed from perception
distorted in pungent and mouldering earth, disastrous hallucinations of memory and mind
obscure the self in sedimentary webs for eternity!

Dark clouds roll concentric to my brow, churned by searing hot winds above.
The skin of the land, taught against my skull, lays with me burning beneath the Star.
My thoughts fall trudging out the channel below; viscous river carving desolate groves.

Disaster! The wind scars my body . . . the carapace rears up in flight.
The reflection shatters over spread wings to a thousand dooms in my sight . . .

Desires are suppressed by the river's pull.
My reflections are the only floods there are.
Inspiration floats away in a gleaming carapace: a solemn Coleopter of fiercest presence, whose wings reflect the grimace of my tortured face, drawing in its dome the river's essence.

Disaster! The wind sears my body . . . the carapace rears up in flight.
The reflection shatters over spread wings to a thousand dooms in my sight . . .

With everdwindling stages of orbital speed I'm spiralling up to the fireball . . .
cycles are breaking violently within me, the planes' collapse is exponential!
There is no mind, only a shadow of memory.
There is no soul, only an echo of pain . . .
The frightful truth of consciousness, is screaming in disordered brains.
The error of sapient creation, a being unrenewed.
The soil is fed with legions of corpses, but the mind only falls to decay.
An abysmal wrong born of celestial war, only a whisper in the darkest myths of man . . .