My face flakes to dust with the touch of the rising sun
Tracing the cool breeze with the charcoal ash that fell
I feel myself fading away,
enriching the loam.
To the present abode of humankind.
As distinct from heaven or hell.
Falling from grace, left behind.
Reduced to a lone sublunary cell.
I am in hell.
All's left is flesh and bone
Reduced to clay and stone
Receding back to my old home
My cold earthen throne
As distinct from heaven or hell.
Falling from grace, left behind.
Reduced to a lone sublunary cell.
I am in hell.
In hell.
And now, maggots, feast on my flesh as I return to the earth.
My bones grow into roots of trees. I will return to the earth.
Let them bestow a limb
in every direction
Then open all my veins,
that I may swim
To thee, my Maker,
in that crimson lake
And now, maggots, feast on my flesh as I return to the earth.
My bones grow into roots of trees. I will return to the earth.
And now, maggots, feast on my flesh as I return to the earth.
My bones grow into roots of trees. I will return to the earth.
I'm a big fan of The Faceless middle two albums and when I saw Lyle Cooper was on this album I knew I needed to check it out. I bought the discography almost instantly, reminds me a little of The Faceless and a bit more of Fallujah who I also adore. Well worth the money, Support these great Musicians! dragonslayer8228