Swansong of a Giant
Oh, disgusting world
You that hold my head underwater
You that seek the rust in my veins
Leave my wounds so open
Lifeless, I close my eyes
This will be my last fight
Oh, savage life, I distance myself from your light
Am I human or less?
Drowning in grotesque
My mental walls are all wearied down
My hands is digging a hole in the ground
As a exclusive stranger
Presenting myself to me
In my piss-soaked eyes, what do you see?
Am I human or less?
Mother, will you clean my mess!?
Walking barefoot in the desert
Warm sand eats through my wounds
While the dusty old woman plays jazz
On her white virgin Mellotron steel guitar
I am truly trained, yes I am truly trained
For the abyssic morbid session
And it's all, it's all a shot of La Doom
Oh, get on your nekro horses!
Let's see how you tame this, motherfucker!
Come dine with me, in the garden of misery
While we watch,each other burn to death
Hold my hand and steer
Into the oblivious serenity
Portrait of a lifeless soul
Coughing, growing into old
Sinking, into the ground
Here we make no sound
My journey, is better walked alone
My story better left, untold
It craves a piece of me, striving for history
But no history
Burn with me like you desire
But oppressive morbidity
You know me, you know I'm fire
Like a bitter-sweet, rusty swansong
My skin is hurt
From the sparks, of welding my gallow