Words & Music: Greg Jones

Under a spell of regressive unease
Struggle to gather what my mind decrees
Scattered about are these visions of mine
With tidings of war, and the ghastly ill signs

Men of deception creating the ultimate divine
Creed and corruption dancing with fate as they entwine

Standing alone here in search of the key
To fortunes we’d hitherto never foresee
A price for the living of lives so in vain
That yearn for the threshold of pleasure and pain

Shattered and lifeless disfiguring everything I see
Screams of redemption, bleeding into a misery
Where the twisted one dwells casting archaic spells unto me

Just once in time I failed to see
The flash of darkness in your eyes
That shed my blindness away
To manifest within mankind

A ceremony of infernal might
Paints your hollow prophecies with fire!

Our life continues
A futile waste of man
Bereft of all progression
Never to understand
So the moral chains of existence
Are sealed to well within
Quest for darkness continues
Death of man begins

And slowly we fade into the edges of time

Cold, shattered and grim
Crossing the plain
Black is the air
With silence insane
Eyes peer through the mist
Seeing the light
Stricken with fear entranced buy the sight

Child, follow me now
Into my home
Dismal and bleak
This kingdom I roam
There, over the hills
Lies the abyss
There you will find
Solace and bliss