Ophis - Spew Forth Odium [Full Album 2021]

Lyrics to Spew Forth Odium [Full Album 2021] by Ophis

Tracklist: 01. Default Empty “l torture thee” God spoke to me “To cast me out! To get rid of me” Begone, suffering! Malevolence To prosper means…. Blasphemy! Treachery! Blasphemy! The serpent delegation, A torch to bear Blare, spew forth odium Towards a baneful existence As hollow idols fall Fractured wings are weeping What is the cause we suffer for Inhale the serpent Lest we succumb to the leash We succumb to the void Default: empty! 02. Of Stygian Descent Pain seeps Through every inch of me A raging torment Of stygian descent Oh, enlightened mother On knees l plead with you These spirits that follow me Wherever l go This eye that stares upon me This shadow is always there This shadow Of stygian descent It cannot leave It can’t be cast away It can’t be pacified It always needs more Cocytic hate Bred down below A scorn inhumane Of stygian descent Thy infernal transcendence In limbonic vehemence Open my veins, unleash the flow To guide you into my soul Delving into lifeless streams Contemplating torture dreams Apocalypse inside my soul Turn my existence Into a gaping hole Blind my eyes, Astray in endless night Baleful, squalid, broken, Clad in blight l am marked To serve as but envoy l am bound to live As vessel for them to enjoy A rotten life That never ends This rotten life Of stygian descent 03. Conflagration Eternal Your children will hate you In utter scorn they’ll despise you Your pictures to burn, Your memory to condemn They’ll eat your corpses In a hunger of pain Your faces forgotten, Not even a grave Waves upon waves Crashing ashore Tearing all into the sand Sweeping the scum From the lands An orogeny of flesh Carnal walls of quivering meat Piling up in burning streets Washed away in empty oceans Pictures of times past A miracle for them to behold Father, what is this creature? Mother, how did it feel To roam free? Inherited downfall Passage to nowhere Inherited downfall Folklore of suffering l find no solace In the pain of my foes We are one and as such we die In woeful acquiescence l have to submit Torn asunder Together with you Leave me aside Hasten my withering Pictures of times past A miracle for them to behold Father, what is this creature? Mother, how did it feel To roam free? Wave upon wave upon wave upon wave… 04. Temple of Scourges The solemn walls of charred stone The tapestries of flesh and bone Ebon doors which gaze upon An atrium of carrion Every form of bliss l abjure Every form of dream l renounce Enter the procession Of the unfortunate ones Of those who suffer As a form of prayer How l long To hold and caress you In my withered arms In my withered soul As life turns into the adverse Flesh quivers dismally perverse Shrines of humiliation Erect to praise the pain In this temple, The house of scars In these chambers Where torment soars In this temple, where Withering breeds In this sanctum Of decrepit seed In this fane, Where spirits bleed We are merged in septic grief In this temple, The house of scars In these chambers Where torment soars Here we rot, forever entwined Here we rot, in burning throes Here we wither in hollow sheaths Here where ghosts shiver in fear In memory of Sophia (1982 – 2019) 05. The Perennial Wound Underneath the spires Of everdarkgreen Amidst the walls Of white mist To vanish, dissolve Alone l beseech As l crawl in rotten leaves Embedded in earth Let the insects erase What’s left of me Gash, slice, into every fiber, A perennial wound Mark me as yours And throw me away To wither and fade As the waste that l am Foul, abject, who am l To touch your grace Worm, maggot, undeserving The sight of your face Let there be what is meant to be Your blossom is my threnody Let there be what is meant to be Let me rot Forever in my agony As the sun sets Above the wooden spires The autumnal breeze Shall scatter my tears 06. The Stagnant Room Part l: The Loathing Mirror Here in this cube, Where l rip my bleak skin With black razors No time can get in or out, Just seep in-to my hatred Here is where time Can not turn nor move on, Just remain Here is where wounds never heal l can feel my flesh burning And my caustic soul turn to pulp As l turn my dead eyes To these stone walls And the mirrors Part ll: Fatigue l have longsince stopped screaming There is no breath left, Not even to speak And l drag a world behind me That does not exist l once thought l was growing But life was just shrinking And the truest form of horror Is when all horrors turn inane And the cruelest form of silence Is the silence to yourself Part lll: Hell Moves In Circles Wounds can never heal When time is standing still Wounds can never heal When time is standing still As l am withering Stagnation in my will The reek of torment Descending on me Condemned to relive The memories All over and over again