Narrative for Scriptures of Torment:
I
I've lost count of the days I've spent here, though my trial is coming to an end, the cold loveless crawl they call the path to salvation. Clasping tightly to these pages, I pour my eyes over the words like hot wax, searching for the pardon I so truly seek. Why won't my lord love me like I deserve to be loved?
II
As I fasten this faith around my neck I begin to choke, the brace too tight for me. I am told that I have allowed myself to become tarnished. As I scrub at my skin like a stained sheet, I am unable to remove the colour that seems to populate my every pore.
The shame is almost too much to bare. My final day before judgment. Will I go to hell?
III
In a panic I flush through these pages one last time. One last time. I search so hard for my salvation, but with every turn of the page I begin to feel the bark of the blackwood under my fingertips. The words form an image of his face. I can see them now, I let my fingers read his expression, a book I do not want to close, a freedom I crave.
These scriptures of torment become sand in my hands, the grains slide off my fingers like stones, as they hit the ground they cause a tremor so loud it bursts the ears of my holy captors. They will know my pain. They will fear my salvation.
IV
God steps down off her filthy altar, scraping her toes over the world as she stalks towards me. The tributes of her sons and daughters swing from her waist, configurations of flesh and bone, carved from the souls of the weak. She will receive no such payment from me.
Years I've been fed sap from a poisoned tree. Once a source of virtue and direction, reduced to rot. And a rotten plant must be torn from the earth. She reaches for me now. I take her wrists in my hands and I feast upon her face.
No god will be able to stop you,
No god will be able to control you.
lyrics
Terrified of an endless prison. When I die do I go to hell?
I will arise from the shackles of God.
Blinded by your fathers, controlled by unlimited fear.
You were torn from the womb, told what the consume; the tyranny of man.
I don't want to die. I am truly terrified.
Burn these scriptures of torment, the enemy of human kind.
No soul to be saved.
A vile being so treacherous. Your faith I despise.
Cut me open and see no essence to my being, no soul to be reaved.
The true limitless will follow in me, I am your only god the urges you feed.
I am weightless. Throw my bones to the dirt.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Freedom for what I've become, no longer victimized by a lie.
And maybe you're a sinner?
Awoken like me, no soul to be saved.
And maybe you're a killer? There is no God to punish you.
I have awoken. You wont go to hell.
No God will be able to stop you, no God will be able to control you.
supported by 22 fans who also own “Scriptures Of Torment”
Two impressive vocalists, variable and skilled guitarists and a tight and very powerful rhythm section. That plus the ability to write a song really leaves nothing left to desire here. mourner
supported by 15 fans who also own “Scriptures Of Torment”
Unbelieveable how these guys grew so big so quick, you think? Think further I say and bang my head off to their crushingly heavy brand of symphonic deathcore. And they deliver this live as well and hopefully are going to wreck metal venues near you soon - and ruin your neck oc. They earned everything they got. mourner