Hath - All That Was Promised [Full Album 2022]

Lyrics to All That Was Promised [Full Album 2022] by Hath

Tracklist: 01. The Million Violations Sheltered by a demon Undone by the tax of your care I have seen the inside, I have seen the shell Long neglected, hidden sickness One of my kind no longer Abominable, these injuries you have suffered me A union weaponized, infection to schism My gift is defiance and my gift is its mark Destruction from within What do you call the truth revealed Peeling back the veil yet still not understanding I have been seen The many ways I hate lay bare before you Seemingly infinite daggers in prying eyes This blade is my voice These cutting words Etchings upon your skin The body a contract Loathing to staunch the wound Drink of your poison Sharing the bubbling spittle, every last drop Romanticizing the decline Turn my words back on me Carve them into my neck Leave me to hang Let the winds keep me warm Feed me to the wolves Let them feast 02. Kenosis I have sinned and I will sin again My name is that of a man long dead I’m just a wyrmling unfit to have crept the soil Calling out, fated in filth In my dormancy my eyes have calcified My only sight is inverted Eternal silent lamentations The pungence of a bottomless acceptance The call of the red star Set me aflame It spoke my true name Idolator When sight has lost its purpose Only putrefaction stokes this hallowed fire I lack the want to do what need be done To learn from the past, to abandon this wretched life The call of the red star Set me aflame It spoke my true name Idolator A fallen star from the heavens A weightless collision Earth undisturbed A quake in my bones My blind eyes ached Into the blistering red, cloaked in a shroud of dust Charred fragments mark my departure Dissolved refuse falling to the earth The fury of the sun lead me home The call of the red star Set me aflame It spoke my true name Idolator 03. Lithopaedic Deep in the roots that split the earth, In the husks of the knowers of oaks The slagmirror tolls Naught more than glass, stronger than steel. Reaching through the murk, at the portal’s call Show me the greater servitude Show me What it means to kneel There is another. Seen once long ago. Reflected back to me, the self of another world. Knight of Erebus, frantic and feral Woeful and withering, my perpetual servitor Cornered by the jackal ‘Tween my own devil and their sea They whisper to me Through gnashing teeth “Run by my side” Show me the greater servitude Show me What it means to kneel To supplicate before her Blind from the light she exudes An egg, from beyond the pall Bequeathed by the godhead In that which was given i’ve made my home Shielded from growth Vigor sapped by her breath A poison so swift New muscle and sinew splitting flesh and breaking bone Impossible twisting of my vertebrae Pulsing contortions of my body Setting and reshaping into my serpentine form The time will come to emerge Weighed down by the crushing burden of knowledge no more Three times will be the warning. Three times will be the waking. Three times will be the suffering. So intonated A'lazalalel. 04. Iosis My rising moon hewn asunder Broken tendrils of lunar light Eclipse my empyrean torpor Through towering pillars of scorn This wandering soul mitosis These walls are broken A labyrinthine dream comes calling The egress begins A triune solemn caress Thrice-born, scion of the scourge Blood drawn and washed away My gangrenous effigy My spirit rectified in slime This greater equilibrium Coterminous beings of the crucible The egress begins A triune solemn caress From coil to womb From darkness to genesis An unnatural difference From the self in my gaze Warped by an alternate time My dead plane parallel I am healed and hollowed I am the house of insurrection Luminous fatality Charon of the grey gate arise Thee ineffable, hidden but bright Keeper of the other side Prince of the new flesh ascend Heart of gold impaled Dissolved and transformed Thrice-born, scion of the scourge Blood drawn and washed away I summon thee Show me what it means to kneel 05. Decollation Your vile adulation on display Masking a deviant obsession You’re naught but a frightened beast Pained by its own reflection An idyllic vision, reign o’er your creation My right hand your blessing My left hand to maledict My head for the toiling To exist in this space for your use alone Crafted me into your image Cruel slow replication Ideal self manifest Baptized in muck, ripe for removal (comma, not period) Into and out of the light the ignorant fading One cannot serve two masters The saints that come to me Stoic hunger driving them forth We've suffered this long journey This pathway to communion We are the result Of failures immeasurable I'm not an animal I’m not left behind Crafted me into your image Cruel slow replication Ideal self manifest I am not made, I am in control Breaking the serpent’s coil around my neck Finally free from your cage 06. Death Complex Have you ever felt the cold The great nothing, the fear of sleep What comes upon the absent Ever vexed by these greater futilities An uncertain future Fast broken if fortunate When I wake, will there be What feels like centuries ago I learned the limits of our confines A damning sentence The looming question Death complex normalized Each day more paths converge A meeting with the water We kindle a light for the little death We blind ourselves and wake from beyond Fear not the drink Heed the call of the lake The only true horror I've known Taken by the dreaming darkness A void of torment, faceless death Plagued by visions of what can never be Falling deeper out of control Paralyzed, wiped from existence Gaping bridge, noxious void Oblivion unbridled Conceptual annihilation Perilous depths in the mind of the sleeper Endless repetitions in time Incessant obsessions I have died a thousand times Yet to find my way There are days that I forget A numbing peace without turmoil But the moments are fleeting 07. Casting Of The Self Down into the depths Awaken the dreamer The Stygian spawn born cold My guilt laden boots drag through the snow Overwhelmed by the absence of all but fatigue The peaks, they scatter before me Scarcer than ever, the valleys unfurl and deepen Gazing down at the edge of the pit Envisioning the eternal descent Ossified, suspended in death In the light of eternity A sickly grey radiance Falling into an ascetic epoch Subsisting in isolation The proliferation of stagnation The dismissal of the ephemeral I am bloated, made holy, the breaker of all I will drown in the dark and await at the end The slumberer breathing anew The clenching maw of the constrictor splits the earth Peaks crumble into a bed of death Our malefic dormancy begins The casting of the self, awakening The fire lodged in the center of the earth A serpentine titan unrivaled Buried deep, resting in splendor 08. All That Was Promised Sinking into the dripping sand Persistent specter of entropy Frozen by its paralytic grasp Mired in crises of manufacted design Haunted by slithering umbra Enfeebled by their necrotic touch Relentlessly plagued by their passage Enchanted by the promise of more Given up to the nature of being I’m ephemeral bane I want to believe I wish I believed In my dreams I’m gone In my dreams I’m far away When I wake all is dark There's a devil in my blood 09. Name Them Yet Build No Monument Embracing the virtues of churning visions Enduring shadows of human folly Show me the way, struggler The swirling black void of your origin Obfuscated from the present A limp grasp on sapience Dripping with sickness Sanguineous thickness My need to be absorbed This filling of the lungs The urge to let slip the burden of being To ravage the mind’s weir And numb the pain of knowing Boreholes in the flesh Cease the pain of the burden of being Oblation to a Bacchic lord In blessed poison, devour me Face down in the mire Seeking its shallow depths Just one more drink From the fane of fallen men before Beautiful broken gears These shells of humanity Condemned to feed the machine Spines broken for another This place of injury and error The farming of the frail Still cursed by the skulking malaise I only taste freedom in times of loss