Obliterate's Prayer - The Amenta

Ripped apart

By repetitions of rhythm

To be sunk

Submerged by swells of strings

In trickles of tempo

Mutes

Of melody thrust

Roughly in bells of throat

Flooding slickly in

The reservoir of lung

One voice in chorus

One note in arrest

One movement, no meter

No discord of flesh

I am a single signal

Tear me from the ground

And drown me in sound

I am a crest of a wave

Tear me from the ground

And drown me in sound

In ripples of rhythm

Drunken

I will drift, in escape’s

Harmonic undertow

And bury myself

In the sounding sands

Each heartbeat washed out

On endless reverb tails

Carry me to climatic crests

And crush me in the depths

I am a single signal

Tear me from the ground

And drown me in sound

I am a crest of a wave

Tear me from the ground

And drown me

The will is floating, adrift

Like a cork in the currents

A vessel becalmed

Amidst a war of waves

One simple, single voice

In a formless ocean of noise

Let me loose, let me loose

To lose myself in noise

The mind, salt-rotted and sinking

Noise

Meaningless

In the multitude

I will drift in the undertow

Ears stopped and heart struck

I will be void in the vastness

I will not be

I’ll gather my rags

And walk into the waves

And pitch and sink

In a sea of sound

I am a single signal

Tear me from the ground

And drown me in sound

I am a crest of a wave

Tear me from the ground

And drown me

Drown me in sound