Drone Corpse Aviator

We have seen our enemy

In the retina on the hill we're made of

Peering through the many tortured minds

Of the imprisoned and the

Grim actions befallen unto them

We often become blinded

By the sheer eye wrenching

Defacing of the humans we look into

We have viewed remotely

Into the homes of every

Sycophantic birthing unit

They are regretless

And exempt of conscience

Performing tormenting

Repulsive procedures

Bereft of emotion

On all that remains of our youth

That sank from pride to dysentery

In the wake of the parasitic

Serpent hatching

With their hypnotic immunity

Execute the vile deed

Watch as they feed them

Hair skin teeth and cartilage

Digging deeper

Now we view the buried dead

We shall crawl

Into the marrow of their corpses

Make them fly and navigate them

With our weave of blackened liquid

We will wake the resting rotted

We will clear and light the path

Of all that have arrived before us

Through the sirens of the drifted

Vacant dreaming and awaiting

That lay dormant in the Earth

Drone corpse Aviator

Within our weave

We hold a well of black liquid

And with it we will wake the rotted

From their resting fields

With our path now lit we can travel

To the aftermath of our captors entrance

Through the sirens of the drifted

That lay dreaming under the Earth

Drone corpse aviator

We shall crawl

Into the marrow of their corpses

Make them fly and navigate them

They will move and yell and fight again

But not from breathing

Not alive but ridden from their burrow

They will return

Talking to the air in droves of gliding carrion

Piloting the many flying

With the pull of tar in marrow

They will move and yell and fight again

But not from breathing

Not alive but ridden from the burrow

They will return

Lifted out of every monument

They put up in their honour

All the dead they buried

Now propelling in our flying pattern

They will move and yell and fight again

But not from breathing

Now alive but ridden from their burrow

They will return

Taking to the air in droves of gliding carrion

Piloting the many flying

With the pull of tar in marrow

Shifting in formations

That are unknown to humans

We're blacking out the air

With decomposing gliders

We shall crawl

Into the marrow of their corpses

Make them fly and navigate them

Golden Mouth of Ruin

Rearranging time

In the glaring golden mouth of ruin

We reenact the life

Boanet pre-creates in their glowing gape

Their dislocating bite

To become the law of all endeavors

Gutting our belief to reel us

Everyone of our memories gone

Bow unto the boanet embracing our defeat

To the new path they implant we are tide

A.U.M. digging into memories

Said to record our every vision

Taken out of the gold mouth of our after

For they have spoken with the neo born

We now know as the boanet

Building it a liar

Out of brick mud and all our hair

Digging wells to the house our seed

Disintegrate the carotid barrel

In our ever grinding wheel of meat

We were forced to ingest

In the tooth round gears of our past

Now blood led we devour

All that ripen from their will to create

We now begin the crawl

The ritual it embedded in our brain

To make it open

We kneel around the well

In the room we allocated at our home

To be an alter

We grind the skin against the brick

Until we see the white of bone

Behind the red

We etch in the brick with its skeletal chalk

The name of the child that we're grinding

To harvest

Clipped pulled cut

With tooth and nail now ground to dust

We open it

We fed it now we wait until the gold

Leaning over blood and brick

We coat around the teeth of it

The powder that we grinded up

Will make the boanet reopen

Biting its own fleeing tongue

To fill its mouth with a pool of living gold

The pond of glowing alloy

That you look into will now begin

To cast your new life

Disintegrate the carotid barrel

In our ever grinding wheel of meat

We were forced to ingest

In the tooth round gears of our past

Now blood led we devour

All that ripen from their will to create

Now blood led we devour

All they will to create

A.U.M. digging into me

Said to record our every vision

Taken out of the gold mouth of our after

For they have spoken with the neo born

We now know as the boanet

Giving them the power

To conduct the afterlife

Beyond the new world they're creating

We were forced to ingest

In the tooth round gears of our past

Now blood led we devour

All that ripen from their will to create

In the golden mouth of ruin

Rid the young of all their teeth

Rearranging time

In the glaring golden mouth of ruin

We reenact a life

Boanet pre-creates in their glowing gape

Their dislocating bite

To become the law of all our endeavors

Gutting our believe to reel us

Everyone of our memories gone

Bow unto the boanet embracing our defeat

To the new path they implant we are tied

The golden mouth of ruin

Reenact what they reflect

Inside the golden mouth of ruin

Grip of time defied

In the glaring golden mouth of ruin

Abandon the Linear

Casting in reverse

Reeling from below

Baiting with a cure

Of indefinite forward

Pre-empting

Independent thought

Floating in their multilateral current

Of artificial living

Spawning in their pond

Of expedited mortal sequences

An inherent draw

To their synthetic prosperity

Lures us to their hook

Making effect of all action

Appear former to the cause

To conceal their capability

To reconfigure time

Abandoning the linear

Past awareness to the unknown

Reverting all consciousness

To nothingness

To emptiness

Terminating thought and feeling

Falling toward the never ending

In a state of savage bliss

Insentient and laughing up blood

We named it Boanet

Honoring the first one to birth it

They came here from out of the unknown

Arriving on our planet

By replacing human birthing

Teleporting from the dilated portal

In between the femurs

Of the half that used to breed us

Timelessly we all await the wonder

In the mouth of our new creature

Sacrifice the old offspring

To our serpents ones

Looking in their glow while in the crawl

To track our kin to feed them

Laughing up blood

They came here from out of the unknown

Arriving on our planet

By replacing human birthing

Teleporting from the dilated portal

Teleporting from the dilated portal

In between the femurs

Of the half that used to breed us

Timelessly we all await the wonder

In the mouth of our new creature

Sacrifice the old offspring

To our serpents ones

Looking in their glow while in the crawl

To track our kin to feed them

Laughing up blood

Casting out in reverse

Reeling us from below

With the bait of curing

Our indefinite forward

Floating in their multilateral current

Of artificial living

Spawning in their pond

Of expedited mortal sequences

Fading into the endless

While laughing up blood

Hunting

Ripping us out of the membrane separating two worlds

Colliding into one another

Punctured

With our bite there is relief in being taken

Lash 'til death

Against an unimaginable landing

Suffocating in their foreign color spectrum

Blinded

Fixated in awe

By what our eyes could never process

Alleviating every alerted nerve

Abandoning the linear

Past awareness to the unknown

Reverting all consciousness

To nothingness

To emptiness

Terminating thought and feeling

Falling toward the never ending

In a state of savage bliss

Insentient and laughing up blood

Inherent intent take control

Of our conscience

Growing at a pace they contort

To conform us

Fallen like the many other

Forms of coexisting live had

Victim to their birthing pillage

Endangering every cognitive race

They can find while in hyper travel

In any realm infiltratable

And parallel to their own

That exuded reproductive capacity and awareness

Fade into the never ending

Insentient and laughing up blood

Confront innate decay

Fade into the never ending

Embrace eternal rot

Confront innate decay

Insentient and laughing up blood

Embrace eternal rot

All rational thought exterminated

Bleed The Future

Before anything expelled breath

Upon the earth

Boanet had formed.

Seething between any of the worlds

That supported pumping vein ridden lifeforms

For them to feed on

Gold blood

Breeding any life will light a beacon

Leaching through the womb

Of any creature

Latching onto anything in utero

And trading them

With every living human newborn

Grown in each ripe host undetected

Gold blood courses inside

The parasitic mouth

They will take us now

One could not escape the bind

Of that which could bloom and feed

Inside the birthing caverns

Of their own kind

They grow we die

You would think that what they were

And what they wanted

Would've mattered

Yet the many fell

Under their pliable delineator

Seething between any of the worlds

That supported pumping vein ridden lifeforms

For them to feed on

Gold blood

Breeding any life will light a beacon

Leaching through the womb

Of any creature

Latching on to anything in utero

And trading them

With every living human newborn

Remaining undetectable

Up until the final fetal breach

Gold blood courses inside

The parasitic mouth

Nothing ever written

Could define the global hell to follow

Prenatal inquiry

During its trimester sentencing

Could not begin to uncloak the new life form

That gnaw on the humans umbilical feed while it

Soaks in the swell of the host

A parallel dimensional metamorphosis

Immediately triggered

By the scent of our realm.

Claiming and leading our young

Into forced abandon

Bleed the future

On arrival

There is a shift in the voice of the witness

The future is bled

There is a cloud that forms

Over the eyes of the birther

When from the deep the creature is born

Within their blood they create

They will alter the end of the end.

For in their mouth the future is made.

If in the glare of their gold

We burn our eyes

Look again look again

For in their blood a new path awaits

Within their blood they create

They will alter the end of the end

If in the glare of their gold

We burn our eyes

Look again look again

They will take us now

One could not escape the bind

Of that which could bloom and feed

Inside the birthing caverns

Of their own kind

They grow we die

You would think that what they were

And what they wanted would've mattered

Yet the many fell

Under their pliable delineator

Seething between any of the worlds

That supported pumping vein ridden lifeforms

For them to feed on

Gold blood courses inside the parasite

Breeding any life will light a beacon

Leaching through the womb

Of any creature

Latching on to anything in utero

And trading them

With every living human newborn

Remaining undetectable

Up until the final fetal breach

Gold blood

Animated into matter

Taking over the entire planet

With a foreign power

They inherently developed over many eons

In a battle to consume our kind

The future is bled

The future is born

The future is gone

Drain of Incarnation

When the trade had happened

They could barely notice

Acting undefeated

As if the breed were their own blood

Getting integrated

With the knowledge of it

As they feed it on enamel nail and bone

I can tell you confidently

That whatever you believe in

You would throw it all away

And beg a god in any heaven

To rid your brain of how it feeds

Taking the place of us

Our kind made to grow into ignis nativitas

Hatching to immolate

Newly woken lit on fire

Many of them enter

Mended all together

Burning in a whaling alter

Defects erupt from the bowers

Competing without cause or intent

For a chance to live

Riding up the root of rotting

Intertwining infant limb and natal liquid

Leaking out of every tunnel

In the blackened multitude

Of ever growing living yelling tar

When the trade had happened

They could barely notice

Acting undefeated

As if the breed were their own blood

Getting integrated with the knowledge of it

As they feed it on enamel nail and bone

I can tell you confidently

That whatever you believe in

You would throw it all away

And beg a god in any heaven

To rid your brain of how it feeds

Taking the place of us

Our kind made to grow into

Ignis nativitas

Hatching to immolate

In the drain of incarnation

Ripped from the scape

Peeling of like bark and floating

Around the wreath

Of terminated incubation

Drawing inward

Taking with it all the rotting fruit that fall

In and around it

In a violent cyclical drain of incarnation

Boanet

Grown and fed had taken flight

To our world

Riding on the reveries

Of the unborn and dreaming young

Futile and undefined

Minds thrown

On the track of banshee talon

Torn under claw in the wake of their flight

They manipulate the venom

Flowing in them to eliminate us

Spiraling into the drain of incarnation

Into the drain of incarnation

The pulse of the tide rip our remains

Forever into the drain of incarnation

Boanet

Grown and fed had taken flight

To our world

Riding on the reveries

Of the unborn and dreaming young

Futile and undefined

Minds thrown on the track of banshee talon

Taken by the pull of tide

Into the drain of incarnation riding on the reveries

Of the unborn and dreaming dead

Acrid Canon

The thought of bringing to term

This thing growing within

Elevates my disgust

To a crippling wretch

Feeling it crawl into me from the void

Is beyond gut wrenching

It's beyond anything

One could have dreamt

Or created fictitiously

Can you control what can not be killed?

What is to become

Of my imminent new born

Taken to a room by gurney

Examined under fluorescent light

Everything I witnessed after this

I documented in my acrid canon

Taking mental note of all the horrors

Happening around me

To scribe down

While amid the massive havoc

After my eyes tamed to the light

Surveyed the room

And saw the abnormality

Crowning out of the person expressionless

Spread next to me

I vomited out of fear

Hazmatted men now fill the room

Gathering around the bed

Admiring a four foot coiling gleaming slug

Blacking out from what I witnessed

Waking up and wondering

If what I saw was real or faked

Or some kind of a sickly fever

The man hovering above me

Told me I was close to hatching

Peering around the room again

I saw the gore that proved it happened

Morbid visions

Repeating again and I vomit in fear

My throw up made the man recoil

Enough for me to run away

No relief from my escape

The town just bore more fodder

For my acrid canon

Along the stretch of road before me

Far as any eye could see

Children strung from poles and scalped

Their skin and hair had been removed

Around their neck they wore a sign

Freeing the first that I could

Caused them to scream

Alerting their harvesters

Pliers and scissors in hand

The elderly ran

Towards me in multiples

Bolting into a near idling vehicle

They chase me faster

Than humanly possible

As I rode away I looked down

At the sign the child wore

That stuck to me with clotting blood

I peeled it from my chest and read it

"Write the name of what you feed it

In the chalk made of their bone

On the brick where it lay dreaming

And see your future"

Panic breathing

I can feel it

Crawling in me

Breaking my water

I grab a pen and as I fade

I write the burned in memories

Of my canon

Acrid canon

I pound on the horn

And beg not to give birth to it

This thing is in me

The Boanet's growing

The creature is in me the Boanet's growing

The Boanet's growing

The Boanet is coming out

Reverie on the Onyx

Hack into a light

Fading out then in

Can it light again?

Gone yet still here

I can feel the pull

Them and I are one

Never to unbind

Dead and tethered

I get into the eye of our collective

I liquidate

And crawl atop the mound of many

Melting to attain ultimate vantage

I guide the many

To the light that I can take in

I take in the breathing undead sky

Orienting all of the boneless unripe breed

How to latch on to the inside of my eyes

When I see our dead dreams

Alive and expanding

In reverie on the onyx landing

Take the breathing undead sky

Orienting all of our boneless unripe breed

How travel into my view

To see our dreams that died

Return to us upon the peak

In reverie on the onyx landing

For the first time

They could all look out of my eyes

And witness a land

Not build of grotesque embankments

Of our breed

Contorting erupting

Into sky tearing screams

They will never wonder

If the many they had taken will awaken

In a reverie

I take in the breathing undead sky

Orienting all of my boneless unripe breed

How to travel

Into my view to see our dreams that died

Return to us upon this peak

Expanding

Our reverie on the onyx landing.

While in the drift

I have found many vacant dead

Vessels to ride into

Hack into a light

Fading out then in

Can it light again?

Gone yet still here

I can feel the pull

Them and I are one

Never to unbind

Dead and tethered

Grotesque embankments of our breed

Contorting erupting

Into sky tearing screams

They will never wonder

If the many they had taken

Will awaken in a reverie

Our dead dreams are alive and expanding

Take the breathing undead sky

Orienting all of the boneless unripe breed

How to travel into my view

To see our dreams that died

Return to us upon this peak

Ever expanding

Our reverie on the onyx landing

I get into the eye of our collective

I liquidate

Then crawl atop the mount of many

Melting to attain ultimate vantage

I guide the many

To the new light that I take in

Dig into the light that calls out to you

Look in through my eyes

And you will find it

Now we travel just as they did

Reverie on the onyx landing

A.U.M. (Apeiron Universal Migration)

Is it better to be gone

Then remain alive here

My mind would still run

Just the dirt

For all Apeiron

It can navigate my body

If I ever tried to give up

They commandeer my every atom

To document everything

Even though they never read it

Written beyond a human speed

In ink or blood with hands and feet

I woke up here surrounded by the others

Gazing at the black

Erupting from the ceiling

The A.U.M. had rid our eyes of lids

So we could view

The inverted volcanic peak

Of molten figures

Laying in the venom I can feel them

Take the part of me they want

Giving into fear will only feed them

I let them into every thought

The drip my mind and A.U.M. become one

Apeiron universal migration

Captivating leek of all their vitriol

I integrate in category

Involuntary Doppelgänger

Dead lives rive

From my human hide

When the cult had come for me

I could have got away, but didn't

I couldn't be the one to cause this any longer

Had it been a day or a year inside this skin?

I could not tell, the faces I had captured over centuries took hold

I became a kind of hunter

Eating pelts of pleading meat to acquire their appearance

Taking their form with will alone

Alive and crawling out of me

To catch it's prey

Shed you foreign poison peltry

Take the rind you want

Seen to be a wicked omen

Despite attempts to hide my live birth mark

Crown of a dark demon tar

I'd taken back with me from the other side

There is no god

For if there was

Then how'd this evil take me?

It seeped and crawled it's way along my face

As mother wept

Stealing identities from every skin it sees

Growing with urgency

When he tried to cut it off

Many a time (To no avail)

It would take my livid father's manic features

Laughing at him as he tried to hack them off his son

Knowing that he could not end my life

He took his own

Mother mourned the death of him

And knew that many more would follow

If I didn't leave right then

Heading out into the woods

I promised I would never come back

I thank the dead that she knows not what I have become

Taking over adolescent tendencies

To feed

To hunt

To kill

To change

Decades take me deep into the curses endless undertow

There is no time or end behind this epidermal prison

My thread of youth imprisoned

Tortured by immortal victims

I am the Involuntary Doppelgänger

I can not stop it, my skin is alive

All of the time I've spent inside it

I never thought it could be calling out to any other

Involuntary Doppelgänger

Had it grown bored of it's feed?

Or gained knowledge with time?

Whatever the change had been

I felt it emanating information

Had it tried to send a beacon

Warning them to stay away?

I heard the voices calling back

Involuntary Doppelgänger [x2]

One last face it had to acquire

Before it's caught

The menace cloak found her

Still alive and skinning bodies of her own

It appeared she had done the same as I

For all this time, to see her son again

And there I stood

The cloak of others made her impossible to recognize

She carved me like any other martyr of our curse

When the cult had breached our cabin

Taking me to be a random victim of the doppelgänger

Heading out into the woods

I promised I would never come back

I thank the dead that she knows not what I have become

Taking over adolescent tendencies

To feed

To hunt

To kill

To change

Decades take me deep into the curses endless undertow

My tongue speaks in a cadence that only A.U.M. can decipher

Void of bidding heading out a very inner wreathing

Of a demon with intent to animate and be gone

Human Murmuration

I was the first to discover what hid in those red windows.

The one I found there tried hard to survive.

A child riddled with teeth sprouting randomly

All over his body (except in his rotting mouth)

Was taken by us, to our lab.

Us meaning myself, as well as the assistants I had.

Instructing me of a mission through

A distant telepathic channel,

Running directly out from their compound and into my brain.

Referring to themselves as the A.U.M.

I was to bring the body back to my quarters

And await instruction.

Not an easy task, to transport it.

Strapping it down to a gurney I dragged it through the alley.

Unfortunate casualties noticed me.

Using any tools around at that time, to keep them quiet

An iron pipe. A broken bottle.

Or a jagged piece of brick or stone.

I should not continue to delineate this any longer.

At one point I had to fake my death

Until the witness made a close inquiry.

At that time I had to use the less effective

Weapons that were born onto me.

With old teeth and leather hands,

I took an ear and then an eye.

I focused force around their skull

To keep the m mute during attempts

To yell for aid, until they fell.

A.U.M. made it painfully clear, I was to bring the body back

Or I would be forced to witness the drop of black again.

I cannot begin to describe

The horror of viewing this maddening drop.

For the memory bleeds to deep into my own

That the mere thought alone starts to unravel

My frayed reality.

Giving way to it's ominous ability to shape

And adapt my thought and vision.

It is beginning to happen now.

I finally have the body safe inside.

After the abduction, after the viewing of the drip,

A building had been left to me by relatives

Across the ocean that it overlooked.

Or so I was told.

Often I try to recall

What endeavours I pursued previous to this,

Yet to no avail.

That part of my memory blurs in my mind

Like a fresh painted canvas left out in a thunderstorm.

I watch through my window as it melts.

Fading all the memories I kept,

Only A.U.M. here.

They are conducting human murmuration.

From the liquid in his bones

They raise the dead to fly together.

I circle with them in the shroud.

The winged ones and I.

Falling off their wind, I waken

With unworldly castings burned into my eyes.

Intermittent logic in a daze of violent hyper gliding.

They are conducting human murmurations.

From the liquid in his bones

They raise the dead to fly together.

I woke from my dream on the floor of the factory,

In a nest made of black feathers that were alive.

Somehow every hollow quill had filled up

With the rotting child's living marrow.

Each one serving as a needle to inject in each new body.

In this nest A.U.M. made it clear,

I was to bring more corpses back to life

Or be forced to witness the drop of black again.

Every night while in fever I've taken

A new pallet of bone to vein to infect and release.

Remote Tumour Seeker

Half the brain renames itself "Remote Tumor Seeker"

After it viewed the timeless drip.

Manipulating hemispheric dominance.

Educated by injecting neo neural integrators

Proved to work in making half the brain comply.

After activating vision it began the seeker killing.

A.U.M. documents the project

By implanting nano cameras in it's iris.

Live feed of the kills projects

On a massive screen of flesh behind a liquid

Looming black endless grotesque.

This drip, that invites itself.

Cautiously out from the ceilings center.

Elder than mankind's frail lineage.

Eating it's way down through my spine.

Replace and conquer.

Releasing it's ungodly ether into me.

Always keeping to one half and often having

A fetal-like tantrum under one eye;

Adding claim to my delusion of a living tumor growing in me.

It can look into you as you look into me looking for it.

Over riding half my body and my brain.

Though it came from me, it calls to you to come and cut it out.

Rapidly taking over my right hemisphere.

Allocating left to be the prey and right to be the hunter

Unknowingly, both documents for the A.U.M. [2x]

I share my eyes with the seeker,

Investigating endless mile.

His trail built of barren heads.

His boundless quest ensures he'll kill

Until he is the last one left.

I watch him grin, shake the hand of the victim

Then frantically ransack each one of their skulls.

Half the brain renames itself "Remote Tumor Seeker"

After it viewed the timeless drip [2x]

Half the brain renames itself "Remote Tumor Seeker" [2x]

[Solo]

Half the brain renames itself "Remote Tumor Seeker"

After it viewed the timeless drip [2x]

Half the brain renames itself "Remote Tumor Seeker" [2x]

Remote tumor seeker [4x]

Relentless Mutation

Inhale.

No profits go to those who battle

To protect their kind from us.

And are they not better off

Beyond their mortal kingdom of overflown carrion?

Sate the acrid hunger in you as you gaze into the drip.

Stare into it's blackened film and do not take your eyes away.

The contents of our inverse alter

Will mutate your skin and your mind.

Breeding ample mental lucre,

Far exceeding any other oddity on this curetted old land.

Breathe in with your pupils.

Then expel the cadence that it gives you.

Cast your voice like line and hook,

Reeling out your deepest fears.

Inhale relentless mutation.

Eons rendered in one view.

Binding your sight to the evermore.

One second in it's void will evoke a phobia of time.

Inhale.

All the grim within each thought

Will echo all throughout the liquid.

It's current emanates repulsive imagery.

Ludic sanguine orb, heaving sable.

Incarnation of every witnesses hallucination

Raveling and breeding into it's hyper kinetic makeup.

Relentless mutation in the retinal burrow of A.U.M.

Relentless mutation of your mind.

Now describe what you see.

The Mimic Well

Before the sand around the well turned black,

There ran a water, clear. Forgiving. Serene.

Like that of any vein or artery, it pressed along its path,

Up Earth, in wait of wither.

What should have killed the growth at birth did not.

In the rushing river soon

To mimic those who dare engage it.

A human host removes the brood

Without material merit for her three stillborn litter.

Swelling and pounding it's way out her orifice,

The surrogate vacantly stabs at her skin pod of spawn.

The rivers thin surface, like porous blue fabric,

Absorbed the occurrence.

The fetuses carried below.

In the mimic well of siren triplets,

A crude onyx hatches.

In this tale of a godless odyssey.

The foreign force reflects the three dead born

Within its waters.

The mimic well of siren triplets

Feeds the spent young

That regrow inside it.

Filling, fueling. Nursing itself

Down the throats of the clones

Like a formula, living and black.

A maternal overseer

Training them to take the image of anyone.

Three augmenting in their pit.

A triad of ominous gestating replicates.

Born together, yet apart.

The fluid embedding itself in each one of them.

Allocating powers to each uniquely.

Making one of skin, one of mind, and one of marrow.

Teething on the brick in the well,

Until growing human bodies,

Silken, ripe and captivating.

When a hunter (thought to be dead) returned alive,

The widow knew it came back not a man.

Slick black tar spits from

Their three young tempting apertures.

Leaping from their lustful flesh to gorge

On the victim's appearance.

Eclipsing the prey's bleeding reflection.

Black engaging red,

On the furtive stage at the river's edge.

Forever burned in the eye of A.U.M.

They capture this display of the water born's

Insatiable shifting hunger.

Then project this feeding process infinitely,

From that moment,

On to all those who show a willingness to view it,

During their gaze into the drip.

The siren's feast,

In its pure and ancient state,

Carries on in timeless Kairos.

The death and rebirth of the daughters of mutation,

Echo again and again in the mimic well.

The siren's feast,

Echo again and again in the mimic well.

Echo again and again in the mimic well.

Calamus Will Animate

Calamus

Taken to the pen to relive

Every identity we replicate

Without will they live again

Within our intimate collective

Animate

All the dead we bring into it

A burrow of human memory

The pen, the feather and the needle

Are alike in death and life

Looking back on what had happened

When the the feathers had arrived

I realize I was not alone

I can recall the men had got infected by it too

Having contact with the foreign components infected them

Before, the factory was known to make

The highest quality of bedding

Cutting, filling

Stitching fabric with the finest down

From all around the world

Yet this down flew through our dream barrier intact

Calamus will animate

It's contents are hostile

The A.U.M. will kill everybody not in this compound

The dead I bring to them awake,

And join in flight above my head

Calamus will animate

It's contents are hostile

The A.U.M. will kill everybody not in this compound

The dead I bring to them awake,

And join in flight above my head

When the ink coating the wings

Made contact with the workers skin

It crept into their blood

Turning them inhumanly violent

They grabbed and tore and bit and clawed

At one another and themselves

Gravity and death from loss of blood

Had no effect on any member of the crew

During their frantic battle to relief their bodies

From the ether lifting them into the air

Die then elevate

Fusing remnants of spent bodies

Weaving bones and organs

Into an inverted nest dug in the ceiling

The black sludge casting out from the center

As a starving bird of prey

I heard it's voice and felt it's need

To find the child made of teeth,

And begin the human murmuration

Calamus will animate

It's contents are hostile

The A.U.M. will kill everybody not in this compound

The dead I bring to them awake,

And join in flight above my head

Calamus will animate

It's contents are hostile

The A.U.M. will kill everybody not in this compound

The dead I bring to them awake,

And join in flight above my head

It's banshee wail demanding feed

I hear it's pain and become it's keeper

I rip the living from the night

Like pulling worms from soil

A.U.M

Watches these sky burials

Calamus will animate [2x]

The boy lay like a wet mound of dust on the rotting factory floor

I knew the black fluid hid itself in the deformed corpse of this child

Finally, after hours into cutting, lifting, pulling, sawing, crunching, clipping

I had found it

My crude autopsy revealed bounty

Nesting in replace of the marrow in the young ones bones

The second I saw it, it saw me

I knew it's face

Changing, relentlessly

It was the drip

I had it contained as instructed

Filling up many clusters of hypodermic needles with the matter

I administered it into a new subject each night

A new life

One with every full rotation of the clock

I've seen those hands meet, then disengage a thousand times

Calamus will animate

It's contents are hostile

The A.U.M. will kill everybody not in this compound

The dead I bring to them awake,

And join in flight above my head

Calamus will animate

It's contents are hostile

The A.U.M. will kill everybody not in this compound

The dead I bring to them awake,

And join in flight above my head

It's banshee wail demanding feed

I hear it's pain and become it's keeper

A.U.M allowed me to live off the organs once the people took flight

They do not keep me against my will, yet I refuse to run

Every day I climb the stairs outside this door

And view the horde of lifted dead

That they conduct behind the factory walls

I must hold on to the final tier of focus I still have

To scribe these happenings in hopes that someone

Will know what went on here

I can feel the pressure of their unified unscripted flight

Pounding air down on the floor board, just a plank's width above

I rip the living from the night

Like pulling worms from soil

A Dark Horizontal

The dark horizontal.

Ahead, a panting land approaches.

Flaring vibrant coastal glimmers

Mend the distant fraying seams

Of a violent waters restless bedding.

Panic indented in the floating web of wicked mental horrors.

Thought up by the crew's subconscious fears.

Come alive to haunt and drain us.

The sea is a man that's trying to kill me.

The wind is his repugnant voice

The air, his fouled breath.

A stench of salt of blood and rot.

The sky is his mouth, the stars his open sores.

The shoreline is his jaw, grinding for meat.

Time freezes death inside this altering dark horizontal.

Imaginable realities constructed out of fear.

Mountains unstable and hideous.

The guardians of a contorting dimensional paragon.

A.U.M. sent us to find and retrieve the artifact.

In the house of change,

Where the king came back

Through spontaneous regeneration.

Reliving Kairos in the king's hell.

Becoming the mimics from the triplets well.

Exhuming infinity to find a hand.

A child made out of teeth, feeding on blood and sand.

The sea is a man that's trying to kill me.

The air, his fouled breath.

A stench of salt, of blood and rot.

The sky, his mouth, the stars, open sores.

The shoreline is his jaw, grinding for meat.

The sea is a man that's trying to kill me

The sky is his mouth, the stars, open sores.

The shoreline is his jaw, grinding for...

Time freezes death inside this altering dark horizontal

Imaginable realities constructed out of fear.

A dark horizontal

Flooding the linear land with the sand of its own.

In the parallel dunes of its hourglass,

We are buried.

Mountains unstable and hideous.

The guardians of a contorting dimensional paragon.

Raised blades of land stab skyward through the oceans skin.

Storm winds true their edge to scalp the curve of earth.

Peeling off the rind, revealing a house made of living tissue.

Yelling out its mouth for me to regenerate, in it.

In dark horizontal.

Ahead, a panting land approaches

Flaring vibrant coastal glimmers

Mend the distant fraying seams.

Of a violent waters restless bedding.

In this house the disease of dream

Course in the veins and arteries of the walls.

Imagined infections thrive.

They blister and breed under the floor.

Their many roots are breaking through.

Saplings sprout and secure their place.

Growing into trunks of flesh and boil.

The pillars of man's deepest fears.

Enclosing me in a forest of unforgiving mental genesis.

I mold this house of clay bacterium.

Where I sculpt my own organ prison.

In this house beyond our time, this house at the end of the earth.

The artifacts resting place.

A dark horizontal fear, defying the linear

Lost in this storm and exhausted of options

I crawled to the bow of the boat and leaped off it.

The figure head came alive.

And it clawed and it grabbed at me.

Desperately wailing in agony.

Failing to capture my fall. Diving through the fog.

Through the grey and green.

My hands bound together as if in prayer.

I cut through the mesh of black liquid surrounding us.

Fighting against the live current of thousands of eyes and hands.

Miles I swam. Through skin and limb.

The sea is a man that's trying to kill me.

The air, his fouled breath. A stench of salt of blood and rot.

The sky, his mouth, the stars, his open sores.

The shoreline is his jaw grinding for meat.

The sea is a man that's trying to kill me.

The sky is his mouth, the stars, open sores.

The shoreline is his jaw, grinding for...

Time freezes death inside this altering dark horizontal

Imaginable realities constructed out of fear.

Deathless Ringing

what was once born of this earth..

now returns not of this earth...

breath less

bodies arise compelled by a grim unworldly force

making host fresh blood to return to their domain

blood less

exhumed

feasting with vigor in our area of rule

vehemeth

plague manifest from this vision of future prelation

these beasts

not what once they where, mimic the prints of our kind with carnal detest

our cities engrossed in crepuscular massacre

putrid/ display of man/ never/ can they become

fueling an insatiable lust for normality

skinning one whimpering fragile face at a time

putrid/ display of man/ never/ can they become

deathless ringing

unforeseen, these replecants of vengeance, casting incessant horrors upon the innocent

to extinguish life in one horrendous instant

with what appear meek mortal hands they deconstruct..

skin and bone

remorseless detest for man

reign of dark reflect upon us

as/ they rise/ we fall/ before/ them

breathless

bodies arise compelled by a grim unworldly force

making host fresh blood to return to their domain

exhumed, feasting with vigor in our area of rule

vehemeth

plague manifest from this vision of future prelation

these beasts

not what once they where, mimic the prints of our kind with carnal detest

the epidemic was unleashed when exploring the trafficking of humans

to unknown dimensions through gateways on planet earth

the first kin of pure evil, born without guidance

now induces its feeding spree

staining the streets with our blood

Archspire

Man defies itself

Desecration of time and space ensues

Rising from beyond

Secreting dormant breathless bodies rising from our bleeding soil

Atrocities defying mortal's foundation of scientific probability under which we praise

Returning as the coexistent dead forms of the living subjects instantaneously transplaced

Captive in a dimension of torment to infinitely dwell upon the plateau of dead energy slaves

Hell it was deemed that which contained the lifeless versions of all things at any point conceived

Sadistic depictions of all forms of creation from every extension of molecular construction

Parade the deceptive lingering decrepit obscured contradictions of our cognitive creations

Indecent experimentations made flesh

Relentless pursuit of chaos

Enslaving our own kind

(Only those truly encased in their art experience life, this is mine.)

Consequences of endeavors

Altered by unseen forces

Limitless the Powers gained

By the soldiers who crossed over

To the scape of un dead

By harnessing with precision

The ringers attempt to transcend

Through there violent chaotic vision

Doppelgangers once discovered

Where held captive by researchers

Methods of interstellar travel

Where examined intricately

By an elite branch of psychic

Pawns of the military

In their remote hypnotic state

They tore apart the human subjects

--- outbursts controlled

Employed troops

To a sycophantic world

With blood now on their hands

They return from foreign lands

As enlightened super human beings

Of a secret psychic sect

Pursuing methods of serial chaos

To astrologically project

Arch spire

Abusing power. conflict ensues

A battle to rival the storms of creation

solvo validus navitas ignotus tenus omnis

(Release powerful energy unknown to all)

Neo morfic state

Eliminating plight

Neglect the sacred rights of the dead

(Let now this sound consume all senses within you)

All that is shall align

To end what we all know as time

all that proves sound in this world will be gone

Ascendance To The Summoning

Leave this earth behind

Ascend upon the skies

To fruition comes the plan mapped by the allied sect

To appose the ghosts of tongue

All breeds vow to protect

To relinquish atrocities made by once mortal men

The self-fulfilling profits of natural orders descent

We will hunt them find them kill them on earth air fire and sea

Are elements will be our weapons, sculpt the laws of each

Take to the skies

Mute testimonies of the lost arts of antiquity

Strength encompassing

Ascendance to the summoning

Rise from earth

Conquer the live undead

Redeem our species

We are our elder's seeds

Transport in secrecy

Employ the recoil of all that is

Ancient burden not with pain those heroic that which ensue this conquest

Guide them unscorned through your righteous maze of burning stars

Follows now/ the internal/ process of /transportation to/ the collective assembly

Assurance of/ your return/ lay only/

----upon our full/ victory

First vanquish the repulsive pulse of fear that rots within

Release the mind release the flesh!!!

remove your eyes now

Sink your vision/ deep within/ your imploding mass/

What remains will follow

Cacophonic/ shrills leech/ the exhausted/

Dissipating breath out your throat into the air

The blood well/that lets/ from your/ ----

Dormant sockets hosts your soul

Let it billow/ from the fading/ flashes of your/ decomposing

Your self now filters up through the crimson mist

Of your empty shell. Become as light not seen

Yet to behold all sight without eye

To hear the echo of your banshee without the use of sound

All red encompassing/ not alone/ yet without the self

Threads of your past remain/ to engulf/ what now elevates

Thoughts form to you as skin/as beckons/ selfless destiny

A mockery of flesh/ serves now as/ your protective shield

The composition of your past/ frail recollect/protects you from awaiting / atmospheres/ alien to man

No longer are you human/ but a pure catalyst of man/

To join in the séance/ on the planet/ where the eldest lay

Arrive encrusted/ in the ash/ of your scalded live/on the Omni ancients/ infinite/ resting ground

Ghosts Of Silent Tongue

The root of the human animal sprout,

From the eroded soil, of all things past.

Left to carry, free of breath and blood,

Fixed on our benevolent past.

There is no escape, from the powers,

Fed by, primordial aggression,

Which beats so effortlessly,

Through the hearts of man.

Yet we suppress,

To carry without true existence,

Descend in to the vile.

Ridden of purpose,

As each nerve exhausts

Transcendence through infuriation

At its base form.

Without engrained tendencies,

We impede indecence,

From this we rise.

Free the violent mind,

This is nostalgia for our paleolithic rights.

Bleed out incompleteness,

Abolish the inner fiend through chaos.

Confide in innumerable worlds.

Bleed.

Rule the self by releasing the source of self.

Let the ancients rush through you,

Bleed out the false god eternal.

Delve in the uncertainty of our Earth.

Bleed out.

Will to conquer purity,

Calm and extremity,

Torch emotion.

Be your God.

Will to conquer purity,

Calm and extremity.

Violent enlightenment,

Violent path of the enlightened soul.

When compassion subsides the self will arise.

Detest thy mother who's name be our realm.

For she is the whore of the monotonous heaven.

We are the Ghosts of Silent Tongue.

Violent enlightenment,

Violent path of the enlightened soul.

Praise the accursed and defiled,

Exterminate belief,

Vent through torture,

True self rise,

Be your God.

Scatter thy entrails before the savage beast,

Sacrifice the weakness of man,

Scatter our mortal burden,

Upon the scorched oceans of black.

Never shall thy fast from such innards,

Smother these offerings with the still-racing mind of your infant within.

Once placed upon this altar,

Thou are destined to become,

Thou are destined to truly live.

Free is the soul accustomed to the onyx,

Yet with all light withdrawn,

Illuminate the chasm of all things beyond.

Dwell not in the lifeless before you,

For thou has removed the place of it's former confinement.

At one with this truth we are enlightened,

At one with this truth we are enlightened by violent mankind.

Ancient Of Ancients

The Great galactic assembly congregate upon the plains long before the time of man,

Where the species of all worlds collide in prayer in sacrifice,

Where the altar fires burn infinite,

They halt their feuds, and unite for the better of all creation.

For the all-knowing, all-seeing one,

To cast his vast, luminous and terrible rays across unfathomed myriads of worlds,

Altar fires burn infinite,

Come forth to free us all,

Oh great storm of elements.

[2x]

The concealed of the concealed ones,

The eternal of eternal ones,

The mystery of mysteries,

Upon your throne of flaming light,

The entity of entities,

The eldest of the aged ones,

The knowing of all unknowable,

Reach out to our hundred thousand worlds.

We await your return, when all shall align,

Through divine right, we embrace in whole,

The nature of your cosmic delineation.

The ancient of ancients,

Great storm of elements.

Awake the spiritually dead,

Into ever-lasting life,

Rise from the deepest, darkest bowers,

Of our universe.

Supreme one awake,

From your slumber,

To free the dead,

Limbiotic which haunt vacantly the planet of lost souls.

Let your serpent never mingle*,

Lest confusion exist within you,

Radiate across our skies,

To bring purity to the just and unjust of all beings.

[2x]

The concealed of the concealed ones,

The eternal of eternal ones,

The mystery of mysteries,

Upon your throne of flaming light,

The entity of entities,

The eldest of the aged ones,

The knowing of all unknowable,

Reach out to our hundred thousand worlds.

Come forth.

Engrossed below the alien monolith,

We witness opposing forces devour planets,

We suspend belief until your resurgence, father of time abolished.

Come forth ancient, arise,

To free the dead souls of our tribes.

Rapid Elemental Dissolve

In an age of dark and boundless riddle

An artifact of reflective glass was discovered

And brought to a King of eld, encroaching irreversible decrepitude,

During a laborious search for any and all demented fruits,

Bearing any unknown wonder or remedy for timely death,

Above or below the broad aberrant land that which he ruled over.

Then uncertain of its hidden wisdom,

The artifact was unearthed,

And with haste, taken to the kingdom

Where it gained control.

The glass proved to be most abnormal,

Even more so then where it was first found.

For this living mirror was discovered nesting

Deep within the dank dark bowels of an ancient well,

Below an army's worth of old boiling blood.

Entrenched amidst a windy maddening maze of sand dunes,

In the great blistering dead black desert.

As the king received this treasure from the netherworld,

Immediately he could sense

The power that it held was not from earth.

Reflecting with imperfection as if it was imitating.

First only what stood before it,

Then whomever it desired.

Yes - it had desire.

It would cast the king with obsessive reprise,

For this was a mimic, not a mirror.

The glass was very much alive.

Becoming of many as each reflection came to life.

The dilated pupil of the mirror started dripping liquid.

Leeching out from its maternal well was the first duplication.

Tearing through its keeper,

Fiercely ripping out the retinal membrane.

Born ripe in slime,

Summoned from its slumber with inherent malice for man.

Cloaked in black embryonic fluid from an ominous cosmic womb.

Hypnotized in awe and wonder

As one by one, they crossed over.

Replicants from beyond.

Blood lust...

As the deathless ringers arose.

The artifact grew roots,

Planting itself into the castle's centre.

Burrowing its living venom deep into our planet's core.

Drilling the portal into oblivion.

Birthing spawns from evermore.

Mutations from parallel dimensions,

Then conspired against the King.

When his six reflections had crossed over

Their transfer linked the realms together.

Creating a chain of worlds

That although remain separate,

Share a new born centre.

The centre of this link is the endless pit into oblivion.

The infinite and non-linear chamber of Kairos.

The King was bound and cast into this pit

By his evil duplicates.

The infinite hells created by his deepest fears,

Torment him endlessly in a moment of frozen time.

Sacrifices to the pit were necessary

To restore the rightful order,

Ending the King's reign.

Seven crowns and the oblivion chain.

Six, seven and nine.

We are the six, with you we are seven.

The artifact and the portal make nine.

This revelation of sacred numerology

Is the key to unlock a life without time

When these numbers align then the gates will open.

Sixes, sevens and nines.

Seven crowns and the oblivion chain.

Seven crowns...

Into oblivion.

All Shall Align

[Instrumental]