DEATH - The Sound of Perseverance

Scavenger of Human Sorrow
Bite the Pain
Spirit Crusher
Story to Tell
Flesh and the Power It Holds
Voice of the Soul
To Forgive is to Suffer
A Moment of Clarity
Painkiller

*music and lyrics on ”Painkiller” by Halford, Tipton & Downing

Scavenger Of Human Sorrow

What pain will it take
To satisfy your sick appetite
Go in for the kill
Always in sight - prey
The time always right - feast
Feed on the pain - taste
Sorrow made flesh - sweet
Live how you want
Just don’t feed on me
If you doubt what I say
I will make you believe
Shallow are words from those who starve
For a dream not their own to slash and scar

So you have travelled far across the sea
To spread your written brand of misery

Bite the Pain

Look down at the body
You may see no trace of wounds
But in the eye
The eye of the beholder
One cannot assume

Acid, the tears of remorse
Flow in vain, too late for regrets
Save it
For the next ill fated game

Spirit Crusher

It comes from the depths
Of a place unknown to the
Keeper of dreams
If it could then it would steal
The Sun and the Moon from the sky
Beware

The vicious kind that crush and kill
No mercy, its pleasure to taste
The blood that it bled
When it’s time to feed to fulfill
The need to consume a breath
Some will rise standing tall
Breathing out all the breath from
The voice of the soul

Story to Tell

Drifting into the lives
Seep into the soul where emotions hide
Dark skies were beating me down
With shadows of deceit slashing at
Trust till it forever bleeds
With doubt, with pain, with trust
Is pain

You may think you own the end
Take another close look at the script
Of sadness etched in the book

Flesh and the Power It Holds

I told once but I will say it again
When you live the flesh it is the beginning
Of the end
It will take you in
It will spit you out
Behold the flesh and the power it holds
Passion is a poison laced with pleasure bitter sweet
One of many faces that hide deep beneath
It will take you in
It will spit you out
Behold the flesh and the power it holds
Touch, taste, breathe, consumed
Deja-vu, already knew from the first encounter
But now I know to let go of words to speak no more
Like a wind upon your face you can’t see it
But you know it’s there, when beauty shows
Its ugly face, just be prepared

Touch, taste, breathe, consumed

To Forgive is to Suffer

Throughout our time a thought
Escapes us to enforce a word, no
Holding on to pain it may seem to some

Once or twice is kind
Three or four is blind
It is not the end yet a way to begin
The power of words both good and bad

A Moment of Clarity

I would describe it as in invisible darkness
Casting a shadow, a blinding black
Guarded by hope, my soul is kept from
The bloody claws

Life is like a mystery
With many clues, but with few answers
To tell us what it is that we can do to look
For messages that keep us from the truth