Sepulchral Curse - Deathbed Sessions [EP 2022]

Lyrics to Deathbed Sessions [EP 2022] by Sepulchral Curse

Tracklist: 01. Circular Aeons Garments of passage, a rite of succession A climb towards the stars, a mountain to conquer Sigils and wards cast upon me carved into my skin Starlight and snow light the path towards my fate Step by step, stone by stone A crystallion light shines through my eyes May my fingers break My strength give in My bloodline beckons me My sense of time tifled by the frost The trodden path covered by ice and corpses Silence only broken by snarls of wind and sinew Unworldly rhymes guide my every thought Standing before the gargantuan dark The abyss shall receive me All is silent, I take the plunge I am to become one with it Jagged rock sheathe my steps as I plunge towards the dark Torchlit walls along the descent show me visions A slumbering world awakes, unspoken words The void beckons deeper, I sink... Time loops, my boundaries are rendered null My voice, speaks to me from all around and inside me No sense of time enveloped by darkness No trodden path, I walk among corpses The darkness speaks, my voice controls me Unworldly sights fill my eyes Jagged rock sheathe my flesh again I succumb to the abyss once more All of me that was, is and will have been, lay in congregation 02. Harvesting The Bloodlines Tonight the gods will bleed Skin and veins wide open Crucified upside down On the rotting trunk of Yggdrasil Show us your worth, All-Wise Did your sacrifice Serve your sons right As in truth, you knew nothing Tonight the Valkyries ride Gruesome and out of shape Malignant by nature Feasting on the divine flesh Show us your strength, Spear Master Did your suffering Serve your kin right As in truth, you saved none Tonight the slain shall rise Not for the glory of heavens But in the name Of the true Queen of Death Show us your value, All-Father Did your offerings Serve this world right As in truth, you gained nothing 03. Dystheist I am a shattered image of God A rotting heart pulsating pus and tar Deformed mass of broken limbs Do you still love me as your son? Crown of thorns, a crowned whore Your life was always a lie Now behold the most splendid light In which your kind will dissolve I am my own worst enemy An impulse of self-destruction An ode to suicide In the psalm book of Eden Do you taste me still On your charcoal burned tongue Do you see me still As I tore your eyes out Crown of thorns, a crowned whore My life was always a lie Now behold the most splendid light In which I will be reborn Horned son of the horned Lord Perfect darkness, total Death The void will be his throne 04. Towards The Shrouded Infinity [Demigod cover]