Draconian — Through Infectious Waters (A Sickness Elegy) lyrics

Lyrics

This flesh holds me captive
And in quest of liberation
As the sheep flock in the dissonance
I tread in dissent
To the piercing light that sears our hearts
To the sickness that plagues our spirits
I cannot revere in this blind acceptance
And falter in my comprehension
Forfeit my injured soul
This affliction I respire!
Heal this restless spirit
That bestowed naught
Heal this heart that approached the world, as I relegate
I consign!
Heal my heart, my weeping soul
I consign this putrid flesh
Nothing here, nobody there
Erroneous illness shouting
The outcry reviles this tattered soil
Drowning the world in filth and distortion
Forfeit my injured soul
This affliction I respire!
Heal this restless spirit
That bestowed naught
Heal this heart that approached the world, as I relegate
I consign!
Heal my heart, my weeping soul
I consign this putrid flesh
I’ll leave my conscience to die
A barrenness of dreams and anticipation
Life and hope shrivel into the void
Heal this heart that approached the world, as I relegate
I consign!
Heal this heart, my weeping soul
I consign this putrid flesh
In this pantheon of sorrow
We are everything, yet nothing!
And as long we’re breathing
The burden devoid of conclusion!
Unaided I slither ravaged
Silent and alone
I smolder in anxious strife
I decline these exhausted remnants of decay
The world is coming to an end
A vast ocean of disease
All hope is lost
Or perhaps this is the cradle of salvation
(All hope is lost)
I must tranquil these turbulent waters
No more expressions shall leave my trait
No further words shall be spoken
This illness they conceived
Broke my tired wings