A Walk With The Wicked
Architects Of Sadism (EP)
2011
01 The Smouldering Remains
02 Medical Miscarriage
03 Ancient Servant
04 Reaching For The Dark
05 Already Dead
06 Architects Of Sadism
THE SMOULDERING REMAINS
The funeral pyre is ready
Gasoline overflows
Methodically planned
From spark to finish
Matches at the ready
It takes a single strike
The flames engulf my body
Sending screams into the night
I see my blistered skin
The fire licks my soul
I cannot take a breath
The heat consumes all hope
The scent of burning hair
Is laced with stink of flesh
Screaming in agony
Or is this final bliss
Nothing will be left
Burned into a crisp
It all goes up in smoke
This useless life I've lived
My senses turning numb
It doesn't hurt at all
I see my skin peel off
Ash drifting to the floor
Fire in my heart
It coarses through my veins
My boiling eyes don't see
The smouldering remains
The flames grow ever higher
As I reach euphoria
Invincible, untouchable
Icon of burning death
A final blaze of glory
Is all that I wished for
The fire consumes everything
My body, soul no more
Incinerate! Exsanguinate!
My wretched body spurned
I am the white light at the end
And it fucking burns!
MEDICAL MISCARRIAGE
Climbing through stairways
And breaking through dead bolts
A putrid stench fills the air
Chained to the rafters
Patients of perversion
A medical miscarraige
Wanting to know what makes
Human beings work
Ethics forgotten
As the flesh becomes rotten
The ones who are lucky are dead
Solo: Robbins
Cock cut off
Mangled and given a feminine shape
Eyes pulled out
Pins and needles punched in the face
Sticks shoved in
Holes in the head to stir up the brain
Blood kept in
Elegant teacups on elegant plates
These were no longer human in shape
Limbs torn off
Leaving the body writhing in place
Bones broken
Reset at angles for which they were't made
Skin pulled back
Muscle infected, infested with sores
Mouths sewn shut
To see how long they could not eat at all
Victims of a sadistic whim
Some still lay around
Screaming, bloody, sore
Freakish creations
Dripping flecks of gore
Granting them mercy
Execution rite
Spirits are released
Into wordless night
ANCIENT SERVANT
The stars align
To usher in an evil
Beyond what you or I
Can scarcely comprehend
Beneath the fathoms
Of crushing darkness
The dread god lies entombed
Not dead but dreaming
Not dead but dreaming
Rise! Priest of desolation
This blackened spirit
In servitude to you
Will heed your demon call
From afar
Offering human sacrifice
To gain your favour
Be spared the terrors
And be devoured first
Oh, great old prophet
Consume my soul
Have mercy on this spirit
Have mercy on this soul
Ingest this human body
And send it straight to hell
I carve your sign in my flesh
I slake the virgin blood
I desecrate the altars
Of every lesser god
Solo: Knighton-Pullin / Robbins
Solo: Howard-Tripp
REACHING FOR THE DARK
From the day our eyes were opened
Forever altered what we see
Safeguarded knowledge kept hidden
Buried beneath the centuries
Sacred books of arcane wisdom
The cosmic time and place of man
Unleashing works of pure precision
Behold, The Ancient's master plan
And we shall be more than created
Behind this frail human mask
We will never see the light
We are reaching for the dark
And who shall live to tell this tale
Once all that said has come to pass
We will never see the light (again)
We are reaching for the dark
Darkness is contained
Withing these blackened tomes
Reminding us of where our loyalties lie
So many years slept in slumber
So many years that even death may die
The ancient prophets are awakened
The resurrection has begun
The earth will tremble as they waken
Block out the sky, destroy the sun
Solo: Howard-Tripp
The astral powers are converging
Your death will be painless and fast
Your soul will dwell in hell eternal
Forever shrouded in dark
ALREADY DEAD
War-torn, and violent
Lurching towards your fate
Shrapnel rains from the sky
Can you feel it
Ridden with bullet wounds
Bloodstains upon your boots
Fist clenched, weapon in hand
Will yourself forward
We shall first lead the strike
Foremost, our will to die
Sadistic tendencies
Vehement urge to fight
Grey skies will see the war
Corpses litter the floor
Gun shot, straight to the head
You are already dead
The body is willing
The spirits all have fled
Mindless warriors
Intent on their bloodshed
Demonic power keeps the fires fed
The battle rages on forever
Already dead
Flags mark the fallen hordes
Tearing through flesh with swords
As the forsaken gods
Watch in delight
Undead, they soldier on
Towards a lightless dawn
Staining the white bones red
We are already dead
You'll never live to see another sunrise
You'll never feel light on your skin
Your flesh is left behind and rotten
Your body is already dead
Nothing awaits you again in this life
Slaughter becomes second nature
Ripping off limbs as you cross the battlefield
Tearing apart the weak and the wretched
Solo: Robbins
ARCHITECTS OF SADISM
Shambling corpses
Stand again walls
Ten thousand strong
Cadaverous halls
Prime motivation
Biological warfare
Human life forfiet
In the face of torture
Breeding disease
In clinical conditions
Slicing up mothers
To study their children
Blood escapes
Ruptured eyes
Splintered bones
Depressurized
Ripped apart
Torn at the seams
Spun to death
Unsettling screams
Victims of
Germ attacks
Guts ground up
Fed to rats
Raped for birth
Test subjects
Nothing remains
To resurrect
Murdered in the name of science
Human torture feasted on
Bloodstained walls behold the horror
Architects of sadism
Plague laced flesh
Starved to death
Crucified
Irradiated
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