Thorax Hallways (LP)
MAGISTER DIMENSIONS
Weak altars break.
(With a tear)
Inside memories old.
Divide the sounds below.
I close my eyes.
But still they follow.
Spirits sleep in the cracks.
In the air – of my confession.
The wounds wet.
Poverty – death’s fingers.
Magister dimensions.
Suffering cracks and kneels.
Denounced vocal chords.
Rot in the waters of heaven’s blood.
My prayers only linger.
These prayers only linger.
-Lyrics by BUER
WITHERING LINES
Abstract wounds, this nothingness.
We met, when we left.
Damaged, I hold your hurt.
Lost in graves of pain.
Betrayed in me; deaf with bone exposed.
My veins erased.
Crushed dreams for sound.
Four walls feast upon me.
My open cross; hear the knife hit the floor.
Our smiles, with memory decay.
Violent shapes – on dry lips.
Withering lines, my hands spiral.
-Lyrics by BUER
RED AUGUST FOR TOUCH
Afflicted device.
In it my black memories.
Sealed dispraise.
On Streets of bone.
Dying, this broken end.
Cancer, decay my whispers.
Blood songs, my pages scarred.
Red August for Touch.
RED AUGUST FOR TOUCH.
Red August for Touch.
-Lyrics by BUER
BEYOND THE HEXAGRAM BODY
Flickering lights, edge through my eyelids.
The TV glows against demons.
Crafting beside my shadow.
No one to stay, no one to leave.
I've returned to torment.
Cut beneath the struggling of God.
Still abyss forgotten.
Satan, places iron across my face.
It’s the end... It’s the end.
I'm broken (frozen)
I am broken (frozen)
Crafting every demon without end...
-Lyrics by BUER
NIGHTMARES A RIVER OF CANCER
Craft Unburdened, your stars in illness.
I've found our wombless mother,
Bound to the entrails.
Frailty in fire.
Make this darkness drown with me,
For anguish saved me.
For her instruments became me...
My soul is heartsick....
From entangled gore,
Absent and depraved.
Broken in the shade of specters.
Tortured across discord,
We inhale her, my love!
Your altar of devastation.
Craft Unburdened, your stars in illness.
I've found our wombless mother,
Bound to the entrails.
Frailty in fire.
Make this darkness drown with me,
For anguish saved me.
For her instruments became me...
My soul is heartsick....
From entangled gore,
Absent and depraved.
Broken in the shade of specters.
Tortured across discord,
We inhale her, my love!
Your altar of devastation.
Interred through rotting rain,
I can no longer taste the emptied.
Destitute with only shame...
The cloven voids.
Butchered before silence,
Your mortal part.
These apparitions, you never knew.
Fall within in you.
-Lyrics by BUER
WITHOUT FORM IN COLOR
Lowest form’s, this is all I am.
Take me in, cast upon the stain.
Torso’s fill the wounds.
They look, but only stare.
I bury myself in rot.
Drag my voice lifeless.
In the glow of horror.
SIN!!!
Drain the soul, this hell within!
Drain the soul, this hell within.
-Lyrics by BUER
Left In Years
Open the wounds
We all share.
Distant silence
Pale void
Beneath the tracks
Love our white rain.
Enoch is this rain?
Time-our broken soul… Soul
Walk with me,
Where our graves part.
Voids on fire.
Outstretched, but forgotten.
Scream…
-Lyrics by BUER
Funerals In Sound
“I murdered my life
The moss hangs
Uncreated grace
Silent burdens
Dimmed in days
Churn our wall's within
Unseen, you never knew...
Bled out in sound
Crossroad's in the cypress
The stone settled beneath.
Slow stares in the silence.
Forgive me...
You’re always there
Pressing your teeth in my heart.
Flesh in the blade
Severed glass in the black
Death drips in shade.
Convulsing ornaments
Devoured in the still.
These veil's in expanse
Funerals in sound
Unwant inward
Unwant inward...
Funerals in sound
Funerals in sound
Funerals in sound”
-Lyrics by BUER
THE ROOTS OF WOE
Snared within the roots of woe
Labyrinth deluge with black waters' flow
Drowning to breath within this anguish coil
Tormented ((perceptions)) shudder and unfold
Wrought by ruin and ornamented (with grief)
(One must hang within the branches for they) Will not break!
Will not break!
Will not break!
Despondent formations created of mind
Living on hate and darkness of all
Will not break!
Will not break!
Hysteria of the forsaken
Abandoned and left to constrict
Bound within the ageless roots of woe
Mirthful reflection suffers in retrograde
Living on hate and darkness
-Lyrics by Zodiac
LURKING BIRDS WERE SPARSE, BUT SOARED...
Threaten with epidemics...
Satellite fail detection...
Culex genus carriers...
Implications of the sick...
Carrying cholera hydropower...
Providing succor of malarial...
Derelict pool hatcheries...
Humankind’s blood accessible...
Through broken windowpanes...
Surround its gleaming necklace...
Slather on for repellant microcephaly champions...
Amplify and spread vectors of disease...
Hideous blooms of algae...
Debris of human on (the) surface...
Impregnated swoop...
Clandestine burial pits...
Victims killed years ago...
Fugitive of predecessors...
Skulls found over course of months...
Excavate such sites...
Other bone found in wooded thicks...
Sinking rods into the ground...
Withdrawing to detect...
The telltale odor of decomposition...
Alert and carry out final excavation...
The city is an enormous mass grave...
Burning, dissolving, corrosives...
Buried relatively whole...
Lothario’s odd cold, blue bodies...
Lothario’s odd cold, blue bodies...
~Lyrics by Philip H. Anselmo
BEYOND ALL DARKNESS
“Evenings collapse
Damp lights whimper
Old oils on the lips.
Screams compress
The rot of words.
Cold walls
Contracting mirrors
Absent our hauntings
Where isolation lay pressed.
Every fire lost.
Beyond all darkness
The blood of falling stars.
‘Moments in Death’
So Long
Soul
So Long
Soul
So Long”
-Lyrics by BUER
RITUAL ASH
Shackles in ruin
Rot lingers
On skin abided.
Clocks drowning in flesh.
Suffocation in the hands.
Tortures stained in thoughts of rain.
Hands static and idle.
Our overtures, mislaid.
Abandoned, this is all I am.
Charcoal skylines
Entrails in grey rivets.
Terror --- In the moments between.
Un-Turned answers
This old, cold pain.
-Lyrics by BUER
THORAX HALLWAYS
Yellow skies in mutilation
Abortions neglected; unturned answers
Miscarried wombs
Rotting in the monsters you keep.
Scabbed churches burn
Stringed shadows remind.
Thin fingers press
The nothing in us
In the corners you violate
Buried in those already hanged.
The long hallways of past…
They are my keeper.
Dark graves beneath me.
The screaming rot---the ashen hang before me.
In every executioners’ eyes.
I am the blood on the axe.
Churn the inverted sun…
Without and unseen.
Clocks rest in the filth.
Aphotic flesh; old hags pressed in the prisms deep.
Gnashing where only hell may wander.
-Lyrics by BUER