Die Liebe Ist Tot - The Brazen Foul

from by Cowell / Die Liebe Ist Tot



‘Twas nightfall that weary came
Tear apart sanity’s bowels
Its abode, abandoned shell
A husk, a flesh-bound tower

Inside a new host they are born
Gluttonous feast on insides
Ravenous, they clean the hides
Ignominious, malformed spawn

They breed among the fragile flesh
The brazen foul incubate
The slithering legion manifest
Superego, suffocate

Cacophony of the tainted whispers
Gilded counsel stained and blind
A liturgy of madness worship
Coup d’état of untouched mind

Psyche all so frail, so brittle
Curbed from constant to evanescent
As the waters, disturbed, ripple
The speech, it was born eloquent

All the while, the apparitions
These loathsome shades of inky black
They paralyze with utter fear
And show a ghastly deathmask back

‘Twas nightfall that weary came
And cloaked the larvae’s entrance
Hollowed out and filled to brim
Maggots push out of the skin


from Ex Nihilo Nihil, released April 6, 2014
music by Nikolay; lyrics by Nochielo



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