
Radiant Gloom
Debut EP
Radiant Gloom – Nihilism, frustration & despair
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Available Lyrics
The Black Age
Cries dismembered, figures are lost
Time weeps as a martyr upon a cross
Spectral tidings, chaotic reverie unveils
As comprehension is weathered and washed
Ashore
And as the old gods hide innate
Seeking refuge against the spate
Saviours lost, curdled bones devoured
Our great advent an end to a hopeful
Lie
Through planes beyond and light unseen
Thirst of fire rent new skies beneath
Impartial judgement, boundaries abandon
Minds detach, ouroboros detangle
Misleading truth, induced lunacy
Poisoned senses and a maggot rotted psyche
Ambitions bent in pavlovian construction
Sacred chaos stretches through your
Mind
Breathe the bones of my descent
Feel the needles of my intent
Ever loving Fire
Cast new light on old design
Creator of new divine
The black age
Cower, shiver in fear
Tears of ashen humility
Stories told from eons past
Echo
Confident days of yesteryear
Historic footnotes of futility
Naught but A silent breath between
Words
And as the light fades from your eyes
A realisation takes place of pride
In hopeful hunger you beg forgiveness
You coward
Cur!
Vanity!
Coward!
Noose tied by your hand
Conceited!
Insanity!
Coward!
Blade sharpened by your hand
Breathe the bones of my descent
Feel the needles of my intent
Silent witness to my empire
Cast into the boundless fire
Cast new light on old design
Creator of new divine
Ink spilled across the page
As the cries of worship are abandoned
And the prayers to gods go unanswered
Forsaken lives seeking resolution
Here lies the bones
There is no answer, there is no comprehension
Silken time gives way to new dimensions
Discarding shackles of passionate disunity
Embrace the singularity
Breathe the bones of my descent
Feel the needles of my intent
Ever loving Fire
Cast new light on old design
Creator of new divine
The black age
Argil
From mud and bone
From whip and stone
Moulded, pursuaded
Bought and sold
From water and grain
From threat and pain
Broken, rebuilt
Master and slave
Sculpt me
Transform me
Clay shaper
Break me
Bleed me
Plied in your grey hands
Through hope and cheer
Through dread and fear
Governed, capricious
Taught and trained
Through diminished expectations
Under crumbling foundations
Saviour and captor
Bound and free
Sculpt me
Transform me
Clay shaper
Break me
Bleed me
Plied in your grey hands
To wealth and land
To blindness in man
Innocence imprisoned
Corruption revered
To towers of stone
To mountains of bone
Leeching the blood
and filling your grail
In mud and bone
Redemption, consecration
In subservient fiction
Hope, addiction
In chaos and fear of all disaster
Bringing light to serve as your master
Sculpt me
Transform me
Clay shaper
Break me
Bleed me
Plied in your grey hands
Divine
In magnitudes
So many platitudes
Patting backs and rubbing shoulders
Between the plaster cracks
Frayed and empty
On the heap of forgotten time
A tiny tract
A bloody scar
Impart a purpose in the ether
Self-referential
Exaltation
A joke lost on the crowd
White knuckle
Downward spiral
Just close your eyes
And smile
Swallowed
In the body of a monster
There was never a way
to stop this ride
Barbaric lunacy
Rebranded unity
Our loss
Our gain
Reinterpretation
Justification
Wounds fall on deaf ears
Stoke the engine
That’s what we’re told
But don’t dare ask
To where we go
The fuel is here
Don’t look too close
This is a furnace
Full of burnt hope
Stoke the engine
The aim is clear
Getting there
Not staying here
Dont draw the windows
You’ll be surprised
We’re not moving
Just passing time
This enterprise
Overwrought demise
Time sold at half the price
Pointless meandering
Fragile pandering
Drained a lake to build a well
A tiny tract
A bloody scar
Impart a purpose in the ether
Self-referential
Exaltation
A joke lost on the crowd
Divine
Our lives
Divine
We’re blind
Divine
Or we’re forsaken
Divine
Divine
White knuckle
Downward spiral
Just close your eyes
And smile
Swallowed
In the body of a monster
There’s no way
To stop this ride
Barbaric lunacy
Rebranded unity
Our loss
Our gain
Reinterpretation
Justification
Wounds fall on deaf ears
Hunger
Door is open
Locks undone
Minds unfastened
One by one
The table is set
For thieves and fools
No invitations
There is no need
Taking their places
Taking their part
Blood dry
Black sky
Hallucinations of salvation denied
Hungry eye of the vulture
Mesmerized
Pallid acts
And lavish scraps
Dens of haunting decay
All of your demons
Come home to roost
Meat is chewed
Bones sucked dry
Lips are licked
Gratified
Detached and abstracted
Actions remiss
A gullible victim
Apathy’s shame
An innocent villain
Lunacy’s aim
Curses of duty,
Denied
Benighted in arms,
Abide
Fervently crawling
Through their own shit
Extolling the virtues
Of their
Fever pitch
Bandage of promise
Covers their eyes
Groping towards
Life
Fervently crawling
Through their own shit
Extolling the virtues
Of their
Fever pitch
Blood dry
Black sky
Hallucinations of salvation denied
Hungry eye of the vulture
Mesmerized
Pallid acts
And lavish scraps
Dens of haunting decay
All of your demons
Come home to roost
Shallow paths and
Wicked laughs
And this is only the start of the ending
Follow the leader
Follow the light
A constellation
Of devastation
Is all that’s left of your world
As all of your demons
Come home to roost