Archspire - Bleed The Future [The Best Death Metal Album]

Lyrics to Bleed The Future [The Best Death Metal Album] by Archspire

Tracklist: 01. Drone Corpse Aviator We have seen our enemy In the retina on the hill we're made of Peering through the many tortured minds of the imprisoned and the Grim actions befallen unto them We often become blinded By the sheer eye wrenching Defacing of the humans we look into We have viewed remotely Into the homes of every Sycophantic birthing unit They are regretless And exempt of conscience Performing tormenting Repulsive procedures Bereft of emotion On all that remains of our youth That sank from pride to dysentery In the wake of the parasitic Serpent hatching With their hypnotic immunity Execute the vile deed Watch as they feed them Hair skin teeth and cartilage Digging deeper Now we view the buried dead We shall crawl Into the marrow of their corpses Make them fly and navigate them With our weave of blackened liquid We will wake the resting rotted We will clear and light the path Of all that have arrived before us Through the sirens of the drifted Vacant dreaming and awaiting That lay dormant in the earth Drone Corpse Aviator Drone Corpse Aviator Drone Corpse Aviator Drone Corpse Aviator Within our weave We hold a well of black liquid And with it we will wake the rotted From their resting fields With our path now lit we can travel To the aftermath of our captors entrance Through the sirens of the drifted That lay dreaming under the earth Drone Corpse Aviator We shall crawl Into the marrow of their corpses Make them fly and navigate them They will move and yell and fight again But not from breathing Not alive but ridden from their burrow They will return Taking to the air in droves of gliding carrion Piloting the many flying With the pull of tar in marrow They will move and yell and fight again But not from breathing Not alive but ridden from the burrow They will return Lifted out of every monument They put up in their honour All the dead they buried Now propelling in our flying pattern They will move and yell and fight again But not from breathing Not alive but ridden from their burrow They will return Taking to the air in droves of gliding carrion Piloting the many flying with the pull of tar in marrow Shifting in formations That are unknown to humans We're blacking out the air With decomposing gliders We shall crawl Into the marrow of their corpses Make them fly and navigate them 02. Golden Mouth Of Ruin Rearranging time In the glaring Golden Mouth of Ruin We reenact the life Boanet precreates in their glowing gape Their dislocating bite To become the law of all our endeavors Gutting our belief to reel us Everyone of our memories gone Bow unto the Boanet embracing our defeat To the new path they implant we are tide A.U.M. digging into me Said to record our every vision Taken out of the gold mouth of our after For they have spoken with the neo born We now know as the Boanet Building it a liar Out of brick mud and all our hair Digging wells to house our seed Disintegrate the carotid barrel In our ever grinding wheel of meat We were forced to ingest In the tooth round gears of our past Now blood led we devour All that ripen from their will to create We now begin the crawl The ritual it embedded in our brain To make it open We kneel around the well In the room we allocated at our home To be an alter We grind the skin against the brick Until we see the white of bone Behind the red We etch in the brick with its skeletal chalk The name of the child that we’re grinding To harvest Clipped Pulled Cut With tooth and nail now ground to dust We open it We fed it now we wait until the gold Leaning over blood and brick We coat around the teeth of it The powder that we grinded up Will make the Boanet reopen Biting its own fleeing tongue To fill its mouth with a pool of living gold The pond of glowing alloy That you look into will now begin To cast your new life Disintegrate the carotid barrel In our ever grinding wheel of meat We were forced to ingest In the tooth round gears of our past Now blood led we devour all that ripen from their will to create Disintegrate the carotid barrel In our ever grinding wheel of meat We were forced to ingest In the tooth round gears of our past Now blood led we devour All they will to create A.U.M. digging into me Said to record our every vision Taken out of the gold mouth of our after For they have spoken with the neo born we now know as the Boanet Giving them the power To conduct the afterlife Beyond the new world they’re creating We were forced to ingest In the tooth round gears of our past Now blood led we devour All that ripen from their will to create In the Golden Mouth of Ruin Rid the young of all their teeth Rearranging time In the glaring Golden Mouth of Ruin We reenact a life Boanet pre-creates in their glowing gape Their dislocating bite To become the law of all our endeavors Gutting our believe to reel us Everyone of our memories gone Bow unto the Boanet embracing our defeat To the new path they implant we are tied The Golden Mouth of Ruin Reenact what they reflect Inside the Golden Mouth of Ruin Grip of time defied In the glaring Golden Mouth of Ruin In the glaring Golden Mouth of Ruin In the glaring Golden Mouth of Ruin 03. Abandon The Linear Casting in reverse Reeling from below Baiting with a cure Of indefinite forward Pre-empting Independent thought Floating in their multilateral current Of artificial living Spawning in their pond Of expedited mortal sequences An inherent draw To their synthetic prosperity Lures us to their hook Making effect of all action Appear former to the cause To conceal their capability To reconfigure time Abandoning the linear Past awarеness to the unknown Revеrting all consciousness To nothingness To emptiness Terminating thought and feeling Falling toward the never ending In a state of savage bliss Insentient and laughing up blood We named it Boanet Honoring the first one to birth it They came here from out of the unknown Arriving on our planet By replacing human birthing Teleporting from the dilated portal In between the femurs Of the half that used to breed us Timelessly we all await the wonder In the mouth of our new creature Sacrifice the old offspring To our serpents ones Looking in their glow while in the crawl To track our kin to feed them Laughing up blood They came here from out of the unknown Arriving on our planet By replacing human birthing Teleporting from the dilated portal In between the femurs Of the half that used to breed us Timelessly we all await the wonder In the mouth of our new creature Sacrifice the old offspring To our serpents ones Looking in their glow while in the crawl To track our kin to feed them Laughing up blood Casting out in reverse Reeling us from below With the bait of curing Our indefinite forward Floating in their multilateral current Of artificial living Spawning in their pond Of expedited mortal sequences Fading into the endless While laughing up blood Hunting Ripping us out of the membrane separating two worlds Colliding into one another Punctured With our bite there is relief in being taken Lash till death Against an unimaginable landing Suffocating in their foreign color spectrum Blinded Fixated in awe By what our eyes could never process Alleviating every alerted nerve Abandoning the linear Past awareness to the unknown Reverting all Consciousness To nothingness To emptiness Terminating thought and feeling Falling toward the never ending In a state of savage bliss Insentient and laughing up blood Inherent intent take control Of our conscience Growing at a pace they contort To conform us Fallen like the many other Forms of coexisting live had Victim to their birthing pillage Endangering every cognitive race They can find while in hyper travel In any realm infiltradable And parallel to their own That exuded reproductive capacity and awareness Fade into the never ending Insentient and laughing up blood Confront inaite decay Fade into the never ending Embrace eternal rot Confront inaite decay Insentient and laughing up blood Embrace eternal rot All rational thought exterminated 04. Bleed The Future Before anything expelled breath upon the earth Boanet had formed Seething between any of the worlds that supported pumping vein ridden lifeforms for them to feed on Gold blood Breeding, any life will light a beacon Leaching through the womb of any creature Latching onto anything in utero and trading them with every living human newborn Growing in each ripe host undetected Gold blood courses inside the parasitic mouth They will take us now One could not escape the bind of that which cloud bloom and feed insidе the birthing caverns of their own kind Thеy grow, we die You would think that what they were and what they wanted would've mattered yet the many fell under their pliable delineator Seething between any of the worlds that supported pumping vein ridden lifeforms for them to feed on Gold blood Breeding, any life will light a beacon Leaching through the womb of any creature Latching onto anything in utero and trading them with every living human newborn Remaining undetectable up until the final fetal breach Gold blood courses inside the parasitic mouth Nothing ever written could define the global hell to follow Prenatal inquiry during its trimester, sentencing could not begin to uncloak The new lifeform that gnaw on the humans umbilical feed while it soaks in the swell of the host A parallel dimensional metamorphosis immediately triggered by the scent of our realm Claiming and leading our young into forced abandon Bleed the future On arrival, there is a shift in the voice of the witness The future is bled There is a cloud that forms over the eyes of the birther When from the deep the creature is born Within their blood they create, they will alter the end of the end For in their mouth the future is made If in the glare of their gold we burn our eyes Look again, look again For in their blood a new path awaits Within their blood they create, they will alter the end of the end If in the glare of their gold we burn our eyes Look again, look again They will take us now One could not escape the bind of that which cloud bloom and feed inside the birthing caverns of their own kind They grow, we die You would think that what they were and what they wanted would've mattered yet the many fell under their pliable delineator Seething between any of the worlds that supported pumping vein ridden lifeforms for them to feed on Gold blood courses inside the parasite Breeding, any life will light a beacon Leaching through the womb of any creature Latching onto anything in utero and trading them with every living human newborn Remaining undetectable up until the final fetal breach Gold blood Animated into matter, taking over the entire planet with a foreign power they inherently developed over many eons in a battle to consume our kind The future is bled The future is born The future is gone 05. Drain Of Incarnation When the trade had happened They could barely notice Acting undefeated As if the breed were their own blood Getting integrated With the knowledge of it As they feed it on enamel nail and bone I can tell you confidently That whatever you believe in You would throw it all away And beg a god in any heaven To rid your brain of how it feeds Taking the place of us Our kind made to grow into Ignis Nativitas Hatching to immolate Newly woken lit on fire Many of them enter Mended all together Burning in a whaling alter Defects erupt from the bowers Competing without cause or intent For a chance to live Riding up the root of rotting Intertwining infant limb and natal liquid Leaking out of every tunnel In the blackened multitude Of ever growing living yelling tar When the trade had happened They could barely notice Acting undefeated As if the breed were their own blood Getting integrated with the knowledge of it As they feed it on enamel nail and bone I can tell you confidently That whatever you believe in You would throw it all away And beg a god in any heaven To rid your brain of how it feeds Taking the place of us Our kind made to grow into Ignis Nativitas Hatching to immolate In the drain of incarnation Ripped from the scape Peeling of like bark and floating Around the wreath Of terminated incubation Drawing inward Taking with it all the rotting fruit that fall In and around it In a violent Cyclical drain of incarnation Boanet Grown and fed had taken flight To our world Riding on the reveries Of the unborn and dreaming young Futile and undefined Minds thrown On the track of banshee talon Torn under claw in the wake of their flight They manipulate the venom Flowing in them to eliminate us Spiraling into the drain of incarnation Into the drain of incarnation The pulse of the tide rip our remains Forever into the drain of incarnation Boanet Grown and fed had taken flight To our world Riding on the reveries Of the unborn and dreaming young Futile and undefined Minds thrown on the track of banshee talon Taken by the pull of tide Into the drain of incarnation Riding on the reveries Of the unborn and dreaming dead 06. Acrid Canon The thought of bringing to term This thing growing within Elevates my disgust To a crippling wretch Feeling it crawl into me from the void Is beyond Gut wrenching It's beyond anything One could have dreamt Or created fictitiously Can you control what can not be killed? What is to become Of my imminent new born Taken to a room by gurney Examined under fluorescent light Everything I witnessed after this I documented in my Acrid Canon Taking mental note of all the horrors happening around me To scribe down While amid the massive havoc After my eyes tamed to the light I surveyed the room And saw the abnormality Crowning out of the person expressionless Spread next to me I vomited out of fear Hazmatted men now fill the room Gathering around the bed Admiring a four foot coiling gleaming slug Blacking out from what I witnessed Waking up and wondering If what I saw was real or faked Or some kind of a sickly fever The man hovering above me Told me I was close to hatching Peering around the room again I saw the gore that proved it happened Morbid visions Repeating again and I vomit in fear My throw up made the man recoil Enough for me to run away No relief from my escape The town just bore more fodder For my Acrid Canon Along the stretch of road before me Far as any eye could see Children strung from poles and scalped Their skin and hair had been removed Around their neck they wore a sign Freeing the first that I could Caused them to scream Alerting their harvesters Pliers and scissors in hand The elderly ran Towards me in multiples Bolting into a near idling vehicle They chase me faster Than humanly possible As I rode away I looked down At the sign the child wore That stuck to me with clotting blood I peeled it from my chest and read it "Write the name of what you feed it In the chalk made of their bone On the brick where it lay dreaming And see your future" Panic breathing I can feel it Crawling in me Breaking my water I grab a pen and as I fade I Write the burned in memories Of my Canon Acrid Canon I pound on the horn And beg not to give birth to it This thing is in me The Boanets growing The creature is in me the Boanets growing The Boanets growing The Boanet is coming out 07. Reverie On The Onyx Hack into a light Fading out then in Can it light again? Gone yet still here I can feel the pull Them and I are one Never to unbind Dead and tethered I get into the eye of our collective I liquidate And crawl atop the mound of many Melting to attain ultimate vantage I guide the many To the light that I can take in I take in the breathing undead sky Orienting all of the boneless unripe breed How to latch on to the inside of my eyеs When I see our dead dreams Alivе and expanding In Reverie on the Onyx Landing Take the breathing undead sky Orienting all of our boneless unripe breed How travel into my view To see our dreams that died Return to us upon the peak In Reverie on the Onyx Landing For the first time They could all look out of my eyes And witness a land Not build of grotesque embankments Of our breed Contorting erupting Into sky tearing screams They will never wonder If the many they had taken will awaken In a reverie I take in the breathing undead sky Orienting all of my boneless unripe breed How to travel Into my view to see our dreams that died Return to us upon this peak Expanding Our Reverie on the Onyx Landing While in the drift I have found many vacant dead Vessels to ride into Hack into a light fading out then in Can it light again? Gone yet still here I can feel the pull Them and I are one Never to unbind Dead and tethered Grotesque embankments of our breed Contorting erupting Into sky tearing Screams They will never wonder If the many they had taken Will awaken in a reverie Our dead dreams are alive and expanding Take the breathing undead sky Orienting all of the boneless unripe breed How to travel into my view To see our dreams that died Return to us upon this peak Ever expanding Our Reverie on the Onyx Landing I get into the eye of our collective I liquidate Then crawl atop the mount of many Melting to attain ultimate vantage I guide the many To the new light that I take in Dig into the light that calls out to you Look in through my eyes And you will find it Now we travel just as they did Reverie on the Onyx Landing 08. A.U.M. Apeiron Universal Migration Is it better to be gone Then remain alive here Just to track their ethos? If I bled myself out till death I’d still hear them If I were to withdraw my breath Cower back to the dirt My mind would still run For all apeiron It can navigate my body If I ever tried to give up They commandeer my every atom To document everything Even though they never read it Written beyond a human speed In ink or blood with hands and feet I wokе up here surrounded by thе others Gazing at the black Erupting from the ceiling The A.U.M. had rid our eyes of lids So we could view The inverted volcanic peak Of molten figures Laying in the venom I can feel them Take the part of me they want Giving into fear will only feed them I let them into every thought The drip my mind and A.U.M. become one Apeiron Universal Migration Captivating leek of all their vitriol I integrate in category Gazing at the black Erupting from the ceiling The A.U.M. had rid our eyes of lids So we could view The inverted volcanic peak Of molten figures laying venom Is it better to be gone Then remain alive here Just to track their ethos ? If I bled myself out till death I'd still hear them If I were to withdraw my breath And convert back to dirt My mind would still run For all Apeiron It can navigate my body If I ever tried to give up They commandeer my every atom To document everything Even though they never read it Written beyond a human speed In ink or blood for all apeiron