Fragments of Unbecoming Songtext
von Fragments of Unbecoming

A gathering nearby the deathless balk,
(Beneath) sable vultures, that circle round the dead
Forthcoming loss preludes the end of entity,
These former nameless, the seed of primal bare calamity

Filthy silence awaits
An ancient revelation
Stormclouds gather forever,
Evoked storms collect

I still remember the words they said,
I can still hear sardonic laughs
Now I′m expelled – the outcast one
(Walk) through sylvan graveyards, where light touches none

Am I to be the last
Traversing baleful wilderness?
Amidst these woods so vast,
Obeying my own restlessness


I'm following the trail of synthesis,
Nothing else remains to be done
I′m longing for a path right out of this
I feel exhausted, my endmost chance has gone?

For what reason
Do I pass this burial lair?
Is there even a season?
Yet the treetops pant for air!
For what reason ...

What if these fiendish roots trail to my grave?
Lightheaded and fevered, am I the only one (who is) able to save me?
What if these fiendish roots trail to my grave?
Lifeless, insensible, life turns out to enslave me
Am I the only one (who is) able to save me?
Lifeless, insensible, life turns out to enslave me

Underneath, I feel their rise – my fall
A fading bliss, their evident voracity,
The coffin bearers raise to coffin me
Down below, I feel their rise – my fall
To end this show, their evident voracity,
The coffin bearers raise to coffin me


For what reason
Do I pass this burial lair?
Is there even a season?
What if these fiendish roots trail to my grave?
Lightheaded and fevered, am I the only one (who is) able to save me?

Horizons vanish forever,
Evoked storms collect

I still remember the words they said,
I can still hear sardonic laughs
I'm the expelled – the outcast one
(Walk) through sylvan graveyards, where light touches none

Am I to be the last
Traversing baleful wilderness?
Amidst these woods so vast,
Obeying my own-restlessness
Obeying my own-restlessness
... traversing baleful wilderness? Restlessness!
... traversing baleful wilderness? Restlessness!