SCP-106 Songtext
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SCP-106 Songtext
Would you not despair
And curse the demon that spoke thus?
The ferryman of ghosts
Kharon at his oar
His call impossible to ignore
Denial is finite, thus useless
Relinquish!
No amount of repentance
Can nullify this sentence
For the ones looking for transcendence
Will find nothing but vengeance
Oh merciful Phlegyas
The all mighty deathless
Exit this realm
And save this soul
Delighted by sin
A fleshless hand will lead the way
To beautiful misery still unknown
"Come forth, hear my call, follow my lead
Descend into the antisphere
Where all becomes its opposite
Do not wander, do not drown in doubt"
An invitation so appealing
To ease the labor of existence
Resolving my fate
Release me from this corpse, marching downwards
Lest we contemplate abandon
No use for a carcass in this lane
Consume my ego,
Lest we contemplate abandon
(Lest we contemplate abandon)
Tunnels of vanishing width
Textures impalpable
Digesting souls of polymorphic shapes
A bottomless maze eating itself from above
Dragging remains that cannot be felt
Into a vertical nightmare
Shall it lead us to eden? (to eden).
And curse the demon that spoke thus?
The ferryman of ghosts
Kharon at his oar
His call impossible to ignore
Denial is finite, thus useless
Relinquish!
No amount of repentance
Can nullify this sentence
For the ones looking for transcendence
Will find nothing but vengeance
Oh merciful Phlegyas
The all mighty deathless
Exit this realm
And save this soul
Delighted by sin
A fleshless hand will lead the way
To beautiful misery still unknown
"Come forth, hear my call, follow my lead
Descend into the antisphere
Where all becomes its opposite
Do not wander, do not drown in doubt"
An invitation so appealing
To ease the labor of existence
Resolving my fate
Release me from this corpse, marching downwards
Lest we contemplate abandon
No use for a carcass in this lane
Consume my ego,
Lest we contemplate abandon
(Lest we contemplate abandon)
Tunnels of vanishing width
Textures impalpable
Digesting souls of polymorphic shapes
A bottomless maze eating itself from above
Dragging remains that cannot be felt
Into a vertical nightmare
Shall it lead us to eden? (to eden).
Writer(s): Antonio Freyre, Phil Tougas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com