Carnosus - Visions Of Infinihility [Full Album 2023]

Lyrics to Visions Of Infinihility [Full Album 2023] by Carnosus

Tracklist: 01. Ossein Larcenist Another year spent in exile… Esurient for the taste of the vein, wretched in my form, I have crawled through the world within a moulted skin deluded by my kin! Now a stench of guilt spreads through the air as they witness the rising of the one once dethroned... My negligent followers who fed me with fraudulence shall savour the taste of my writhing tongue, slithering through their each and every mind! Feed on my snakeoil - adhere to the impure Bask, relish the lunar light piercing the blackened sky Consume my snakeoil in the light of my return Unseen, obscured… the shadows I have allured… Benighted years fueled my scorn for the veins from which I was born Now I’ve undergone a sophistic mortification of flesh An exaltation through the secret of elixiration I’ve been deluded and scorned by my servants, but nourished and arose to reclaim my crown Hidden in plain sight, concealed from observants, I’ll welcome the world to the realm of the Emerald King! SchtésKs’Theii Ich’honoo To be one with Nihil! After another year spent in exile, esurient for the taste of the vein, wretched in my form, I have emerged from the sewers of a worn out shell After a decennary coiled, I have risen from the bones of my precursor with an instinct to breed the extinct... My followers bestial, behold my deformity! Humanity shall savour the taste of a serpent's tongue... Oh, feed on my snakeoil - be one with the impure Ossein larcenist, risen from the bones of my precursor I left behind a moulted skin Soon I’ll lead the way as the Emerald King! 02. Calamity Crawl The silence spoke to me, coiled in the debris of my freedom with a withered tongue reborn from the lair of the serpent A tale of tablets of treachery nested deep in skeletal cavities and rivers of wisdom filled to the brim with a crimson flow Cursed to the flesh, still shackled to weakened strings of skin I went through a reversal of principles! Written in crimson - the elixiration of suffering Written in emerald - the consumption of suns Written in black - the putrefaction of spines An ancient scripture on a ruined altar foretold the path to the crown; to be won through palter Falsehood, deception, guile; bestowed upon me were all means to defile! Now, with the wisdom of treachery embedded in my skeletal cavities, calamity over the world will crawl as I inflict my visions upon those to fall cursed to the flesh Worn thin, I shed my skin to reveal nothingness within, for I have seen the future beckoning me with its withered claws of ruin... I shred my skin - Mutilation King Lacerated Lord of Solitude The blood in the chalice of man my snakeoil will dilute Future in sight... (I reentered this dismal realm) with eyes on wilt and blight! I bleed a restless river to drown the claimants of the crown The world I’ll bring down, the sun I will gulp All light I’ll devour! In my royal water, humanity is to dissolve… washed down my indulging crater... but first I must dwell within the earth and cultivate my lies… spread them with the flies... 03. Castle Of Grief Alienated Cast into the spiraling realms of deceit, I sought an asylum; a barren burrow, a place to keep the embodiments of my twisted phantasms, evolve and to emerge once ripe… As the labyrinthine shadows sway in reminiscence upon the sharp walls within this austere abyss I am to carve, bare boned, my own castrum doloris... and into my castle of grief I will invite the weakened with a promise of protection from the future’s tearing claws of perdition Encapsuled in a solitary crypt I will distill - purify - my fanaticism In the comfort of the grave I will ripen the slaves Ferment and breathe the exuding stench of rot! Tomb to womb - reversed birth I’ll dwell in the entrails of mother Earth Before I emerge I am to gather, secretly, the means of my disposal Men, women and children lured down into my cavern in search of salvation… but remember: thou who cureth can maketh ill… My means to drain their secretions... my snakeoil to void minds… It is my destiny to spread the elixir of suffering throughout the veins of this world. So when I beckon thee, come to me! Tread into Nil, become the mindly absentee Visions of evil distilled… Come! There’s a future to fulfill... Catafalque copulation - to breed upon the altar of devastation Womb to tomb to womb… Toxemic envenomation of the void 04. Fermenting Blastospheres Of Future Putridity 𝘕𝘰! 𝘉𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭! 𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘺, 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘛𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘦! 𝘔𝘺 𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘥… 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴! 𝘓𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯... Door shut behind back, stopped dead in his tracks, the Majesty grins as He listens to the anguished fool trying to repent for past betrayals ...but to seek atonement is to grasp for nothingness… “Useless filth! With negligence thou hast trodden!” Chains rattled, casket closed A fissure slips a sight of catafalques mounted by lacerated slaves, pestered by forced procreation Down in the deep ends of my depravity my visions reek of fermentation; the fate of the devotees of mine, squealing like swine! In the vaults of coital violations where skin is peeled off bodies, you’ll lay locked to rot and fuel the spoliation of my spawn Fettered corpses oozing cadaveric fumes! Transmuting blastospheres! Toxemia! Childbearers defunct! A coward’s fortune: to through chronicles of perversion squirm Fundamental to my reign is to tread rotten and unfirm Necrocracy! For what is dead can not be conquered only fed to the worm… Elusive is my nature and as I secede from my withering palace behind me I’ll leave, here in the cesspool of my reign, the devotees of mine breeding like swine... In the cesspool of my reign coital violations take place; birth upon a silt of deflorated remains... Forced breeding under influence of the rancid Dead semen, each infected cell to evolve as a demon A world to pester, an earthbound mother to befoul! I’ve been biding my time... for years on the prowl… seeking the remedy for life… 05. In Debt To Oblivion “...forged by death…” Lurid rumours reach our ears; of a crown so dismal, stowed away within the cavities of this world - sealed behind emerald gates - claimed by a thronekeeper wrapped in wither… Far beyond oblivion’s shores we have ventured in search of the chasm and along the spine of earth lay our trails, looking forlorn in the light of the moon… and here it towers: the grandiose entrance to secrecy bearing marks of deeds unknown... “Open thy gate! We have cometh to cleanse The Withered One!” The serpentine pathway sprawls down towards the abyssic palace of dysphoric grandeur Looking ever more forlorn, our trails riddle the soil Another few of thousands to endure the atrocities of breeding the offspring of the fermented With cleansing in mind we tread through the castle gate A vast hall, shrouded in miasmic fog leaves our eyes dreary Desanctified upon arrival, we are nothing more than taints of shame within this house of pain! …and from His throne, the Majesty beckons, unworthy of His crown Here are no seeds of doubt, a totality of tyranny is sure to prevail, spewing forth its demented sperm into the chalice of humanity’s blissful ignorance of what the future holds In the cavernous depths wherein they swallow the sun, echo the lost prophecies’ deploring sound of the abhorrent futures that lie in plain sight, obstructed by our worthless lives... 06. Devourer Of Light Entranced by the mists of disease we rest our eyes upon the Monarch, the apparent true claimant of the crown. Sowing grains of comprehension… that an unworthy heir is to reign beyond the grave - a possible tale forgotten and buried? A long lost wisdom of treachery? A tablet ripped from our prophecy? ...and in dismissive awe we cross the ragged floor Vile visions glare in the sooted flare from torch after torch Past fields of futile dreams went our voyage to seek the wreath of wither and to reap the seeds of filth Rumours led us hither but all we glean are visions of tongues on skin, in this moulted depiction of sin Doors open and heavy shadows are cast upon our figures as we adhere to the alluring hands of The Great Depressor We behold the crown and our ignorance fades in the glistening reflection of a lost sunray No lies fool our eyes as they gaze upon The Great Devourer - the true lion of our sun! The volatile flicker drowns in the shade Encapsuled in a jewel the sun’s lost ray fades Down, our Monarch leads the way Another set of slanting corridors coil behind the gate Doors etched by panicked nails, in vain! For there’s no surpassing the ways of fate ...and we are led past a blown torch, into a chamber with sooted, scorched floors stained by deeds unknown Rows of catafalques... Shackles... Walls hollowed... A reek of womb… Our intentions of cleansing put us in debt to oblivion, mistaken for wisdom to own… ...and in dismissive awe we cross the ragged floor Vile visions shared with The Depraved Heir As fuel for the engorged entities of fleshrot; a journey into tragedy; to pollute the futile breeding of life Life is futile Always we would seek the meaning, in vain, for life was futile… Vile visions will be our last As life stays futile we’ll wither in infinite nihility 07. Procession Of Depression Come forth! Enter my palace, carved in the very spine of Earth Pilgrims have descended far on their journey to curse me... Tread to me and kneel! All, align to the procession Crawling in my dominion of flies: lies… Here dies the resistance of the befouled Messiah Protestors come from afar, gathered facing a closed up cavity “Open thy gate! We have cometh to cleanse The Withered One!” My spinelike path is thine to crawl upon Thou shalt taste my wrath within the casketal gate! I welcome thee, I invite thee to dwell in my palace of hell! Join the procession of depression Under my eye of misfortune they’re destined to neglect The true cursed ones shall be the offspring produced under my reign Desanctified upon arrival! Now cleanse this taint of shame within the house of my fathers! Incarcerated within walls freckled with stains of dishonour they’re to be drained, each drop echoing through the deep dark chambers... Snared by tongues to engage in sin; tickling the crevices, reaching within to harvest the nectar of the foul natured hearts of the pilgrims A journey to end in a travesty of salvation, swelling in the depths of my cavern Abhorrent futures lie in plain sight, obstructed by a few worthless lives resisting the throne… soon fermenting below, sealed in the maternal orifice, enclosed in earth Dissidents encapsuled within hollowed walls, exuding a mephitic stench Cadaverine - to intoxicate the seedlings of a withered breed conjured through atrocities unspoken of in ancient prophecies... Neither epitaph nor grave for the submissive corpses of unwilling slaves! 08. Towards Infinihilistic Purity I rise from my palace of turmoil It all ends here, with mind fixed on the culmination of an era to never end... I rise! I rise with a smouldering goblet A toast to havoc and abhorrent futures Chalice held high, I pour its emerald innards down my throat Tasting its lucullan bitterness Leaking from my lacerations, I let tongues smear me, drink me… Regurgitate and I will swallow it all again! For each passing dilutes the vigour in the soul of man Each passing resolutely brings us closer to the infinite torment of my tyranny Each drop I let drip slowly squirm their way through my esophagus, rippling my vision My eye of misfortune confirms that I’m the great usurper! Behold the Mutilation King! The elixir of suffering is pouring through me! A first droplet spills and hits soil After a life entombed I’ve finally emerged with a vision of Infinihility A solar ray buried… Spine rotten through… Offspring nourished, none so vile! Heirs of the heir of the world, so hostile! The gullible crawl before me in the reality of their vast loss of control Howlers and cryers linger before the entrance to hysteria, mourning their weak lost to the grave! Open up the gates, part the flesh, rip and tear the way to a brand new world! I watch your every step in sovereign neglect! As another drop beflecks the soil, forlorn are the masses who swallowed my snakeoil Weak hopes of salvation led to devastation The delinquent aeons, its resulting decay, mercilessly paved my way... and with my last gulp I step into the eclipse, a lonesome traveller reaching towards his final haven: a continuous misery, and as I step into the unknown, alone and ridden from the last one of life’s irksome burdens my vision ripples still! I die! My eyes present no more visions Waters of oblivion wash over me Will I reach infinihilistic purity? When dead there’s none to conquer, but I will not be fed to the worm! I am to disintegrate… forever disperse… After a life entombed I’ve finally left my world under a dismal crown! 09. Among Worms It Was Whispered Tears of forgotten lives shattered upon my cenotaph, a monument frozen in time! For as Infinihility called upon me I chose to secede from my realm, in favour of the permanent throne Once caught in a spectral existence I tasted death’s own kingdom and never would I have thought it would leave me craving more… and so I made it my mission to seek far and beyond for what the prophecies all left out, buried aeons ago… but little did it bother me for of the soil oh, was I fond… ...and among worms it was whispered that what is dead cannot be conquered! Draggling through the mud of distant times, were the words that spoke of a despair brought by a tyrant King destined to disperse They spoke of a sun, swallowed and buried in the wake of the tomb… but they spoke of no cure for the corrosion of what I shun! No, not a word of the restoration of the essence of man No remedy for my treachery Crawling through the deep tombs with the restless, fueled by the purest loathe for existence, I then and there knew my future: to unfurl a cruel reign of depression In a moment of clarity I could see the future of the world that was to be I was to bestow upon the world the fate to be one with the worm Yes, I was destined to benight the earth… and with my voice of lacerated sedation I'd sing the world my last lamentation of this life so futile… Under my dismal crown, eternally, the foul will emerge in search of their Messiah! With the wake of the tomb comes the slumber of The Withered King and the masses will drown in the tears of their forgotten lives… but no tears of mine will ever shatter upon the dying earth, slowly consumed by time, for as Infinihility gulps away at the rotting remains of my ever despaired reign I’ll oblige to the condemnation of this memory and disperse...