Tartarus Songtext
von Gravenchalice

The admirer to the titans of old
Who begot the world′s surface
And so was succeeded by the sons
Succeeded where I could not

The heir's name is lost
Crushed by a fistful of fate
Lash for the weak
A blaring beauty
The father′s of flame
That engulf the world
May a scribe account the sins of my epoch
And the layer of illumination


Look upon me one last time
Clutch at your chest as a girl of creation that stands
Following me in severance from you
To the realm of warm wood filled with bitterness
Here there is only desolation
A dwelling place made in the dark
Where fiery waves clash against the shore
And wind like knives lacerate the skin
Over and over again

Light in my eyes
Light in my throat
A suffering without relief or death
Yet my prayers are none
And even if they were
You wouldn't hear a word
The light remains because of deadness
Your sigh collapsed in the black
For the tired wrist

May you pray them to writhe like worms
May you pray them to curse you with molds
May you utterly reject them
And may they know damnation
Just as I have known all of these things