KHARIOT / DISYMPOSIUM / ...OF FRAIL ENTANGLEMENTS

Infinitely frail bodies... yank on the strings and dangle out of reality
Split your legs and flay your arms as you dance to the dance of the performers
...for you are about to be pulled into this nightmare
The dance of the performers

Dance the dance of the believers as desires seep onto the surface
Suddenly stabbed in the dark, drained of the roots of life
You wade in a pond of your own perversions... saturated in your sick and slime and filth
Infinitely frail bodies! Pull your strings together

Entangled in chaos... and twist them to contortions

Screens of your past and... the tortures you led
Reincarnate... in what your created realms behold
Blame the crowded stages... you have created
Drown in the floods you have unleashed, fables will crawl
Pillars will crush you and this monument will fall

Have you woken from the dreams?
People you thought you controlled, are nothing but figments
Feed your brain to the slaves; feed your heart to the whores
Drown in the floods you have unleashed, fables will crawl
Pillars will crush you and this monument will fall

Your strings are now coated
In shards of shards of a mirror
Your reflection reveals bitter taste

Will you cut your own strings?
...or give into utmost desire?

Bathe in what makes you whole
...as death floats onto the surface
Plagued the earth for centuries

Martyrs now become fodder
...its more than decay, your strings pulled under
Your performers through death and wonder

A love to hate, now becomes fonder
...its more than decay, your strings pulled under
Your performers through death and wonder

Dance the dance of the believers
Bathe in what makes you whole
...as death floats onto the surface
Plagued the earth for centuries
...its more than decay, your strings pulled under
Your performers through death and wonder 

Khariot - ...Of Frail Entanglements

KHARIOT / DISYMPOSIUM / SPECTRAL MONARCHY

I prance on your grave… and I dance on your cremation
Your death teases my laughter… the irony. Molten irony

Blood seeps into the soil… ashes stain the bloodline
Aristocracy reeks of shit… and lies of mutiny

Leaking like a drip on your head… this torment is like none to suffer
Your throat gargles with blood… blood of the innocence... of the purity

Trenches in the ground make way for returns
Ravens quench their thirst in bloodthirsty rats
Infectus vena ov progenies… oculus ov nex vigilo sulum permoveo

Pick… peel… pry… open… the cyst of the monarchy
Tear… bleed… sweat… the fabric of reality

Peons leaking blood onto the altar
Dying for a cause with their slit wrists
Screams of torment within the walls
This starts now, this contradiction… this ends now

The echoes of your demise
None shall hear... this but thyself
Whisper in ears... one's false pretenses
Blackened roots have grown... deep into thee
Branched and oozed... be done unto thee
Seeds you have sown… now comes for thee

I pound on your face… and I countdown your days
Your life ceases my laughter… the irony. Molten irony

Blood is already the soil… ashes are the bloodline
Aristocracy still reeks of shit… and lies of mutiny

Pick… peel… pry… open… the cyst of the monarchy
Tear… bleed… sweat… the fabric of reality

Hurrah, hurrah... Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
O joyous duke… highness… honour… sir 

Khariot - Spectral Monarchy

KHARIOT / DISYMPOSIUM / THE HERMIT

…Grains… of… sanity…

The Hermit… he stays… pure in his mind
Loathe for all, and oneself
Alone, he lives, in shadows
Over encompassing pain… he takes all burden upon himself

In observance he acts too hasty… and furthers to learn
The end… is nothing, compared to the ages of thought
…and witness to the times

Vilest purities is the foundation of all…
…and he, scorned from light… will walk a path with raining curses
Visions of her will black out the sun

Broken in the abyss… the flame that breathes is no longer
What can time, truly provide…
…can it offer me, something worthy?

I am bestowed with punishment …and to who do I fucking owe?
I am the regret, I am the disappointment
On a silver platter, weighed… my heart, my soul and my loathing for this world
I will bestow your punishments …and to me… you will owe
For all that you do is unworthy… and all I have left is my heart, my soul and my loathing for this world

Ignoring the existence of time… yet surroundings are ever changing
The vile metamorphosis wears him down… a change, forced
Whilst he still rejecting

Neither the world, nor he, refuses to lose… to this uphill battle
For when, will my questions be answered? Shall I have to tie this noose?

Damn you, Cursed sun! I am the tainted one! First of the last-born son!

The rights to a life, therefore accepted
There is no strength, without control
Grasped in my hands, vice-like grip
Scabbed knuckles whitening… hesitant of release

To have vice and temptation… ever absent these simple grains of sanity
In constant paranoia, I dwell… all too slowly I feel it slipping away
All too slowly… I feel it slipping away

Lack of grace, lack of salvation… spite for every breath
As I loosen my grip… all too slowly, I think I’m slipping away
All too slowly… I think I’m slipping away 

Khariot - The Hermit

KHARIOT / DISYMPOSIUM / CEREBRAL CONTINUUM

Abysmal Chaos... from the blackened depths
Severing spine, to disturbia I can taste
In the cortex of the mind… I await...

Guardian of the kinetic cage, never will rest, until there's death
Screams carry nowhere, I am unspoken!

Venture too far and reach thy bloody grasps
Cold harsh fear, injected into thy veins
Mountains of Madness, consciousness distorting
Broken wings... they fail me once again.

From the stars, I have fallen
Drowned in blight, a whisper in the darkness...

This vessel… doomed for the rest of time in the minds prison
Oblivion… pray to awake from aeons of slumber

Cerebral cataclysm, delve into the deep
Subconscious manifestations, the beginning of decay

Vengeful from forced emancipation... questions unanswered have been lost
Granted eternal life in death's slumber
Drift into the blackness of the bottomless realms
Lost in a dark reality, occupied in hollow and empty shells
Bear witness as a silent hand draws the shortest straw
Your first, last and never ending gift

Powerless… in the mind's prison, doomed for the rest of time.
The consciousness… of unconsciousness… of the minds eye
…and death will be thy ultimate gift


khariot