Disincarnate lyrics
Disincarnate lyrics
"Entranced Lyrics"
Ancestral home in the twilight deeps
Beckons to me with unseen fingers
Forefathers haunt
Calling to me from this dark charnel house
Corrupted through lifelong seclusion
Driven by an unnatural force
Drawn to this vault
Declivity where the light reaches not
Enigmatic crypt of my bloodline
Place of ancestral remains
Temple of my fascination
Possessing me
Reversion
Flood Lyrics
Rain rain on my face It hasn't stopped raining for days My world is a flood Slowly I become one with the mud But if I can't swim after forty days And my mind is crushed by the
to past generationsRain rain on my face It hasn't stopped raining for days My world is a flood Slowly I become one with the mud But if I can't swim after forty days And my mind is crushed by the
A decadent state of the mind
Return to repellant scions
Of the primitive
Enchanting black recesses of the past
Welcome me to my true home
Familiar far beyond the tenancy
Of the body which I now possess
Eyes affixed upon the dank portal
Alone I lie entranced
Echoes of my forgotten lives
Summoning me to the gothic retreat
Here I belong
My
Sugar Lyrics
Carl sturken/evan roger/berry gordy/alphonso mizell/frederick perren It's like sugar,sh-sh-sugar It's like sugar,sh-sh-sugar What can i do,tell me what can i say I'm in love and i kno
asket awaits, my heritage callsCarl sturken/evan roger/berry gordy/alphonso mizell/frederick perren It's like sugar,sh-sh-sugar It's like sugar,sh-sh-sugar What can i do,tell me what can i say I'm in love and i kno
Sinister flashes of supersight
Penetrate the veils of empiricism
Sanity wanes
I witness my lineage perish in flames
Enigmatic crypt of my bloodline
Place of ancestral remains
Temple of my fascination
Possessing me
Reversion to past generations
A decadent state of the mind
Return to repellant scions
Of the primitive
Delving int
Weirdo Lyrics
Get back the fact is that their giving me slack cause Im the prophet of naught and the gospel aphrodisiac. Give me sorrow, I break it into love. You gotta follow, Im holding our people above. No time t
o the terrorsGet back the fact is that their giving me slack cause Im the prophet of naught and the gospel aphrodisiac. Give me sorrow, I break it into love. You gotta follow, Im holding our people above. No time t
Of my inherited scorn
Undeniable heritage
Innocent nevermore
Though but twenty-one winters have
Chilled my bodily frame
Blasphemy pours in torrents from my lips
Enchanting black recesses of the past
Welcome me to my true home
Familiar far beyond the tenancy
Of the body which I now possess
Eyes affixed upon the dank portal
Alone I lie entranced