The Ace of Staves Songtext
von Aeons Abyss

See Me!

Sympathy! Sympathy!
Spared for those resembling thee
Blind to trauma you won′t see
Hungry for the death of me
Empathy! Empathy!
Grievous human fallacy
Torn from nature where to flee
From the slaughter to be

Sympathy! Sympathy!
Spared for those resembling thee
Blind to trauma you won't see
Hungry for the death of me
Empathy! Empathy!
Grievous human fallacy
Torn from nature where to flee
From the slaughter to be


What manner of fiend
Alien and feeble (Into prospects turned feeble)
Yet maliciously clever, corrals us? (Wherein death corrals)
Enveloped in darkness
Rusted stench of slaughter (Life wasted in anticipation of slaughter)
Offal′s faecal taint grown thick (Ended in unwept groans)

Blasphemous geometry drafts us singularly
Roused panic
Fleeing dread
Goaded to your end
Unhinging panic resounded through pain filled cries
Declaimed from the impervious face
Tolling our fate

On despairing instinct herded through the gloom (In the shade of cruelty's gloom)
Following our kin to disaster (Courting our disaster)
Abrasive stone surrenders in shortened tunnel (Liberty irrevocably shortened)
Abominable surface slick with filth (Ethics compromised, mired in filth)


Echoing into silence
Railing pleas of the fallen
Gaping weight of the slain
Dark presage of slaughter
Stench of blood
Taste of fear
Hot with terror's cold death
Dressed to feed
Bred in shame
Glut with grief′s final breath

Enthralled by our appetite
Embodying what we have consumed
Empathy′s wan effulgence splutters
In resemblances' narrow spectrum
Yet you alone imagine
You stand without nature
Sentience limited to reason
Life become a commodity
Industrialised killing satisfies gluttony
Unfettered malice of the hungry ghost