Shadow Seizure

1 week ago by @cblack

Liner Notes

Written for a skirmish which had a list of prompts in it. One of them was "Shadow Tackle". I didn't bother looking it up to see what it meant, because the phrase "seized by shadows" came to me. Reworked the title, then wrote some epic lyrics in about 45 minutes.

Flagging this as a favourite. It's a creative lyric, which I tend to prefer, but it's also a protest song of sorts. It's ultimately based in me being a vegan witch who finds humanity deplorable, generally. If I ever sing this, you can bet it'll be in the most extreme metal voice I can achieve without sacrificing clarity.

Some swearing.

Anyway, time to post this beast.

Lyrics

And the only way out is truth.

Be prepared for monstrous calamity,
as our world heads straight into its end,
and the universe taken with us,
darkened.

Desperation and flagellation,
we return to dust and bile.

This world is slipping down into
a realm of shadow where evil breeds
an ugly un-nature so terribly skewed
to murder, rape and atrocities found
in darkened pits of hateful creed,
where no love can penetrate our heart,
and totality cannot abide.

Seized by shadows in the black Abyss,
heading for a Void entombed in glyph,
feasting on the terror of shit and piss,
and our world forever now a myth.

And the only way out is truth.

Magical destruction awaits us all
if we as a species dare not to find
somewhere deep inside that should be plain
something so simple, yet deadly now.
We breathe a return to nature sublime
and choke on our collective un-conscience,
as billions are slaughtered to vengeful end;
Gaia returns, so mote it be.

Desperation is accepted as motivation when
we can hear the screaming,
and the only way out is truth.

Earth may be a prison planet,
devoid of all compassion,
but remember who else fucking lives here
and forget Her at your cost.
If all that remains from our Abyssic voyage
is the tree of life and a courageous cockroach,
just know that Gaia will outlive you,
even in pain in the Void we enter.

Desperation is accepted as motivation when
we can hear the screaming,
life itself choking on inflicted grief,
and the only way out is truth.

Seized by shadows in the black Abyss,
heading for a Void entombed in glyph,
feasting on the terror of shit and piss,
and our world forever now a myth.

We can hear the screaming.
Can't you hear the fucking screaming?
We are murdering ourselves
by murdering Gaia
and our souls seem to care more about a fucking Toyota
than the hole where our conscience should be.

We must suffer honestly,
or die as cowards.
We did this,
and the only way out is truth.
Our world is a myth,
and the only way out is truth.

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