A Tome Writ in Blood Lyrics
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Album | Obsidian(2016) |
Type | EP |
Genres | Death Metal |
Labels | Independent |
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3. A Tome Writ in Blood (4:22)
Ascend with a Tome Writ in Blood
Chapters
Solely
Designed
To reanimate
The dead
It’s leather seams
Bound by flesh
Tanned in beams
By archaic means
Creased pages unfolding
The scripts yield impure summonings
With it’s might,
The dark
At last,
It’s legions will amass
Yet heed must been taken
Dominion unforsaken
For the volumes inked in blood
Bear the mark of Satan
Sealed within a sepulchre of stone
The grit of the earth grind feet to the bone
Thousands of razors affixed to the ground
Led to the gate by whispers from burials mounds
With Obsidian lust, he is bound
The letters the swirl around the page
Bringing visions of a desolate age
Where fire rains with sulphuric winds
Where the sunlight is red and dim
Further down he finds
The air is thin
Asphyxia begins
Delirious, confused and demented
The once taut thread of sanity frayed by revenge
By my command
The dead arise
My plan he’s finalized
His love reunited
Alas he was shortsighted
For the son he once loved is gone
Alive but gone
His body licked by unholy flame
His lips pronounce my unsolemn name
The fragrance of his son’s decaying flesh
A constant portent of his eternal shame
With it’s might,
The dark
At last,
It’s legions will amass
The scrips have been taken
Salvation is forsaken
For the volumes inked in blood
Are Mine
Chapters
Solely
Designed
To reanimate
The dead
It’s leather seams
Bound by flesh
Tanned in beams
By archaic means
Creased pages unfolding
The scripts yield impure summonings
With it’s might,
The dark
At last,
It’s legions will amass
Yet heed must been taken
Dominion unforsaken
For the volumes inked in blood
Bear the mark of Satan
Sealed within a sepulchre of stone
The grit of the earth grind feet to the bone
Thousands of razors affixed to the ground
Led to the gate by whispers from burials mounds
With Obsidian lust, he is bound
The letters the swirl around the page
Bringing visions of a desolate age
Where fire rains with sulphuric winds
Where the sunlight is red and dim
Further down he finds
The air is thin
Asphyxia begins
Delirious, confused and demented
The once taut thread of sanity frayed by revenge
By my command
The dead arise
My plan he’s finalized
His love reunited
Alas he was shortsighted
For the son he once loved is gone
Alive but gone
His body licked by unholy flame
His lips pronounce my unsolemn name
The fragrance of his son’s decaying flesh
A constant portent of his eternal shame
With it’s might,
The dark
At last,
It’s legions will amass
The scrips have been taken
Salvation is forsaken
For the volumes inked in blood
Are Mine
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Obsidian - Lyrics
1. The Nithing Lyrics | 2. Unsolemn Lyrics |
▶ 3. A Tome Writ in Blood Lyrics | 4. Death Flourished in a Withered Grove Lyrics |
Obsidian - Album Credits
Other staff
- Federico Musetti : Artwork
- Eric Dieterich : Inlay and Layout
- Diego Fernandez-Trujillo : Engineer, Producer, Mixing Engineer
- Christian Donaldson : Mastering Engineer