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CREEPING LYRICS
"Ten Horns" (2005 EP)
1. 1st Jam of Noctambulant
2. Ten Horns
3. None More Negative
4. The Abyss... The Swamp
1. 1st Jam of Noctambulant
From the edge of the world I can see it
From the edge of the world I can feel it
Tornadoes brood over ghost landscapes
I still feel myself sinking
The miserable, align yourselves with hell
Vixens, address this grim distress
It lurks hidden
But the grief still seeps in through the aching cracks
Pride isn't even at hand for the sake of rest
It claws itself closer and closer to the brink of the abyss
2. Ten Horns
Shady looking
Unaware of the world
What excess what a mess
Looking for the lord with seven...
With seven heads
And tens horns upon them
Man was given dominion and greed
Ten diadems
A lord rose from the sea
Pentagrammed liquor
Unrestrained carnal thrist
What excess what a mess
Searching for the lord with seven...
With seven heads
And tens horns upon them
Man was given dominion and greed
Ten diadems
Our lord rose from the sea
Unfed unwell
Unwilling to live a life
What excess what a mess
Looking for the lord with seven...
3. None More Negative
I have veins popping out of my neck
Talk about frustration
The morning light could never let
Me sleep through the abrasion
Of the essence of my existence
It's the inception
Of a new day, a new life, a new gloom
Much to my objection
Oh, the unbearable pain
Oh, the misery
Living noctambulantly
There are streaks of cloud across the moon
Wolves howl unseen
A chilling breeze encircles a tree
The oil burns green
Casting cold shadows
A ritual it seems
An apparition vanishes into the fog
Could that have been...?
Fuck you, goddamned hustling scoundrel
Where is my money and my girl?
For Jesus Christ's sake I've now lost out
Pretty bad
Along with the cat sitting here this ought
To help some of that cramp
Because there's none more negative
4. The Abyss... The Swamp
Time advanced by none
But the lord of the infernal depths
Thunderclouds across the sky
The sigil rises
The open wounds of the earth
Spill an unspeakable dark
The known world collapses into Hell
The Ravens....
Coldness sweeps the spectral grimscape
A dull moon overhangs
Stones loom in dismal circle
Life was once here, now lost in a desolate void
A time of grimness
Ice and noctambulant
A cosmic frost from the utmost depths of nothingness
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