Lurker of the Barathrum by Benighted Illusion Lyrics
A born meddler, drowning in silence
Clamorous sorrows, drive me home
This bed of sickness, is anathema to me
I dash into the woods, in a state of blind horror
I lay bare these questions, henceforth they'll take my soul
The meaning in the stars, when will the black moon vanish?
Exiguous myrmidons, on the hollow sounding steps
A sight of infinite pain, its serenity no longer obscures
So, witness my duality, during these egregious nights
To fester in my paroxysms, I walk to where the sun has set
A meaningless and endless trail, but I know of nothing else
It is here I aimlessly walk forever, waiting for it all to end
I long for their piety, and I will pray for a better way
The endless chattering of their futures, which sounds like gibberish to me
A victim of credulity, I gaze upon the heavens
An insoluble mystery, I am marred by these inscriptions
And my skin is marked by this ugly lichen growth
Extinction pointing downwards, just as I had seen it on the rock
All the rivers here will dry, I saw it written amongst the stones
But my will still hasn't died, I remembered it before I died
To cut the grain of this separation, the awful words of the consecration
Endless moans grow louder here, their sound glowing and indescribable
In darkness I fly away, I form these shapes to my impression
Lurking with a faint glimmer of hope, travelling down this bottomless pit
I wish to dream of a way, I hope to find it when I'm lucid
I'll escape to the astral, you won't have to walk me up there
The inferno after dark
I long for it with a great pity
This hysteria is my reality
Exposed for the whole world to see
Thrashing to and from with all these changes
I am frail from this contemplation
Content and happy, they watch me weeping
Merriment sparks in their eyes, they know I'm needing
To keep me safe in the barathrum, my brain fog leads me astray
They've magnified my disease, to protect me from my own self
And why should I sit here and wait, when I could be someone else
So, keep me away from the fuel, or I'll set the whole world ablaze
In the pond of recollection
There is not much left of my reflection
In the forest, my congregation
I connect to the weeds in question
Spellbound without much trepidation
I oblige with a little perturbation
I feel the torment of a thousand ages
I hear their voices, but I can't see their faces
A solitude which crowns me, as the emperor of this empty hole
And my only choice is to dig, one day I'll emerge on the other side
A muffled silence fills my cocoon, and I embrace the darkness round me
Year after year I remain, like static, but I've run out of offerings
An immaculate lack of dignity, I have become the words I speak, disgusting and unquestionable
In the corner of this poised corruption, I carry the toil of all evil doers, a great work of ages
A most terrible discovery, the atrocious deception of the holy, the utmost forbidden of all sights
This muffled and constant cacophony, a frightful yet exceptional mistake, its sound makes me retch
The old star is still gleaming, it blazes through the empty skies, their wake indolent
A cold whisper, the crash which destroys the day and its stark quintessence, with these pathetic divinations
An imperfect congruence, the lost faces of calamity now stalk me here, as I live in constant fear
Infinity is all which I see, I exhibit only the most loathsome caresses, it's just I against I
And the house still burns, I sing with all the ghosts inside the fire, with them I am accepted
The joy of ergot keeps me still, I will escape the thrall of my desires, on the night the screaming stops
Clamorous sorrows, drive me home
This bed of sickness, is anathema to me
I dash into the woods, in a state of blind horror
I lay bare these questions, henceforth they'll take my soul
The meaning in the stars, when will the black moon vanish?
Exiguous myrmidons, on the hollow sounding steps
A sight of infinite pain, its serenity no longer obscures
So, witness my duality, during these egregious nights
To fester in my paroxysms, I walk to where the sun has set
A meaningless and endless trail, but I know of nothing else
It is here I aimlessly walk forever, waiting for it all to end
I long for their piety, and I will pray for a better way
The endless chattering of their futures, which sounds like gibberish to me
A victim of credulity, I gaze upon the heavens
An insoluble mystery, I am marred by these inscriptions
And my skin is marked by this ugly lichen growth
Extinction pointing downwards, just as I had seen it on the rock
All the rivers here will dry, I saw it written amongst the stones
But my will still hasn't died, I remembered it before I died
To cut the grain of this separation, the awful words of the consecration
Endless moans grow louder here, their sound glowing and indescribable
In darkness I fly away, I form these shapes to my impression
Lurking with a faint glimmer of hope, travelling down this bottomless pit
I wish to dream of a way, I hope to find it when I'm lucid
I'll escape to the astral, you won't have to walk me up there
The inferno after dark
I long for it with a great pity
This hysteria is my reality
Exposed for the whole world to see
Thrashing to and from with all these changes
I am frail from this contemplation
Content and happy, they watch me weeping
Merriment sparks in their eyes, they know I'm needing
To keep me safe in the barathrum, my brain fog leads me astray
They've magnified my disease, to protect me from my own self
And why should I sit here and wait, when I could be someone else
So, keep me away from the fuel, or I'll set the whole world ablaze
In the pond of recollection
There is not much left of my reflection
In the forest, my congregation
I connect to the weeds in question
Spellbound without much trepidation
I oblige with a little perturbation
I feel the torment of a thousand ages
I hear their voices, but I can't see their faces
A solitude which crowns me, as the emperor of this empty hole
And my only choice is to dig, one day I'll emerge on the other side
A muffled silence fills my cocoon, and I embrace the darkness round me
Year after year I remain, like static, but I've run out of offerings
An immaculate lack of dignity, I have become the words I speak, disgusting and unquestionable
In the corner of this poised corruption, I carry the toil of all evil doers, a great work of ages
A most terrible discovery, the atrocious deception of the holy, the utmost forbidden of all sights
This muffled and constant cacophony, a frightful yet exceptional mistake, its sound makes me retch
The old star is still gleaming, it blazes through the empty skies, their wake indolent
A cold whisper, the crash which destroys the day and its stark quintessence, with these pathetic divinations
An imperfect congruence, the lost faces of calamity now stalk me here, as I live in constant fear
Infinity is all which I see, I exhibit only the most loathsome caresses, it's just I against I
And the house still burns, I sing with all the ghosts inside the fire, with them I am accepted
The joy of ergot keeps me still, I will escape the thrall of my desires, on the night the screaming stops