Through Infectious Waters (A Sickness Elegy) Songtext
von Draconian

This flesh holds me captive and in quest of liberation
As the sheep flock in the dissonance, I tread in dissent
To the piercing light that sears our hearts
To the sickness that plagues our spirits
I cannot revere in this blind acceptance
And falter in my comprehension

Forfeit my injured soul
This affliction I respire
Heal this restless spirit
That bestowed naught
Heal this heart that approached the world
As I relegate, I consign
Heal my heart, my weeping soul
I consign this putrid flesh

Nothing here, nobody there
Erroneous illness shouting
The outcry reviles this tattered soil
Drowning the world in filth and distortion


Forfeit my injured soul
This affliction I respire
Heal this restless spirit
That bestowed naught
Heal this heart that approached the world
As I relegate, I consign
Heal my heart, my weeping soul
I consign this putrid flesh

I′ll leave my conscience to die
A barrenness of dreams and anticipation
Life and hope
Shrivel into the void

Heal my heart that approached the world
As I relegate, I consign
Heal this heart, my weeping soul
I consign this putrid flesh

In this pantheon of sorrow
We are everything, yet nothing
And as long we're breathing
The burden devoid of conclusion


Unaided I slither
Ravaged, silent and alone
I smolder in anxious strife
I decline these exhausted remnants of decay
The world is coming to an end
A vast ocean of disease
All hope is lost
Or perhaps this is the cradle of salvation

All hope is lost

I must tranquil these turbulent waters
No more expressions shall leave my trait
No further words shall be spoken
This illness they conceived
Broke my tired wings