Letra de The Science Of Shifting - Glorior Belli
Letra de canci�n de The Science Of Shifting de Glorior Belli lyrics
I'm traveling the road to ruin
It leads to my transformation.
I am the scion of ecstasies
Misplaced in mundane dimensions
Tie the clove hitch tightly 'round me
Lest my soul be cleaved.
Seek a tree whose roots delve deeply,
Nourished by long-forgotten deeds,
And lash me there eternally.
To a maddening melody
I've inherited the calling
Of the accursed initiates
Drawn to secret incantations
And evocations of the damned
A thief of tomes of stolen truths,
I've crossed the spiritual abyss
All that I have ever beheld Ceases to matter or endure.
The former world in which I've dwelled
So shamelessly wrecked asunder.
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Saturated by black visions...
Oily and viscous intrusions...
Sensing the scourge of centuries
So viscerally in gloaming...
Soiled, misshapen, I am shifting,
With my eyes secretly lifting
Black revelations I have sought
See what wisdom this bane has wrought:
So erdite, so pure, iimbued
With arcane knowledge of the dead...
Malady of the mind ensues
Lest lucidity deals me dread.
Tie the clove hitch tightly 'round me
Lest my soul be cleaved.
Seek a tree whose roots delve deeply,
Nourished by long-forgotten deeds,
And lash me there eternally.
To a maddening melody
It leads to my transformation.
I am the scion of ecstasies
Misplaced in mundane dimensions
Tie the clove hitch tightly 'round me
Lest my soul be cleaved.
Seek a tree whose roots delve deeply,
Nourished by long-forgotten deeds,
And lash me there eternally.
To a maddening melody
I've inherited the calling
Of the accursed initiates
Drawn to secret incantations
And evocations of the damned
A thief of tomes of stolen truths,
I've crossed the spiritual abyss
All that I have ever beheld Ceases to matter or endure.
The former world in which I've dwelled
So shamelessly wrecked asunder.
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/the-science-of-shifting-glorior-belli.php
Saturated by black visions...
Oily and viscous intrusions...
Sensing the scourge of centuries
So viscerally in gloaming...
Soiled, misshapen, I am shifting,
With my eyes secretly lifting
Black revelations I have sought
See what wisdom this bane has wrought:
So erdite, so pure, iimbued
With arcane knowledge of the dead...
Malady of the mind ensues
Lest lucidity deals me dread.
Tie the clove hitch tightly 'round me
Lest my soul be cleaved.
Seek a tree whose roots delve deeply,
Nourished by long-forgotten deeds,
And lash me there eternally.
To a maddening melody