His Abysmal Grave Songtext
von Astrophobos

In the blackness everlasting under
the storming and furious brine,
a dire cyclopean wonder,
the palace of the great malign.

Protecting inert, quiescent powers,
the mausoleum is drowned.
The greatest monument towers
in a watery burial ground.

Crumbling for ages, but still it remains,
the sepulchre with its cadaver in chains.

Time-eaten, mouldering architrave,
adorning the sunken abysmal grave.
Weed-covered friezes adorn the façade,
oblique caryatids surrounding the god.


Cracking, twisted sculptures portraying
a pantheon's ruler set free.
Mountainous colonnades, decaying,
ruins of supremacy.

Frenzied oracles in pneuma foretelling
the ascent from fathomless gloom.
The divine corpse rouses from his dwelling,
with his stony, rotten tomb.

A necropolis, solemn, preserving his breath.
A towering column, commemorating his death.

Crumbling for ages, but still it remains,
the sepulchre with its cadaver in chains.

Time-eaten, mouldering architrave,
adorning the sunken abysmal grave.
Weed-covered friezes adorn the façade,
oblique caryatids surrounding the god.