Psychopomp Songtext
von Holocaustic

The galloping of my pale horse
Echo through this silent timeless morse
For a soul that couldn′t let go
This is the art
Of dying
Spread your arms and lean your head back
Let the ashes blacken your face
Inhale the remains of death
As we descend into Niflheim


Ice
Cold
Plains
Echoing
Screams of Pain
No
Fire
Pits
Bleeding
Frostbit lips
Immediate human emotion
To penitence
No more blood warmth
Forgive me

No
You've guide yourself to your own doom
Choosing terror over power
Recollect
Bethink oneself
You are indifferent
Unique will be your torture

It burns, the stretch
To degrade what is holy
Doesn′t it?
Vulnerable and ineffectual
You'd be fond
Of yourself
Sedated, feeling everything
Except for tranquility
Contemplate in your mothers eyes
Her sexual gratification


Thump
Heavy
Steps
Petrified
What is next?
Towering
Half-dead
Goddess
Glaring from a far
Memories coming back to me
I'm guilty of my atrocities
I beg of you to show empathy
For what it′s worth
Just
Make it
Fast

The pain you feel is your new day
(Perdoname)
No hope of death for your
Cowardice
Behold my chorus of tormented spirits
As they like you
Lament their second
Death

To create and to annihilate
Material substances
Causing them to aggregate in forms based
On fantasies
Would be the absolute manifestation of the
Power of man′s mind
It's absolute
Conquest
Over the physical world
Letting it be waiting for the day that
Things will
Change
It′s always too
Late
Rest
In
Peace
Victoria