Deathtrip Chronicle - Aenaon

It’s only grief and pain, the ugliest disease

The hierophant is praying to the gallows

The only dread and grim and suddenly he freezes

The Great Redeemer, the future trap

The scars and promises, against the Seraphim

The blood is leaking like the time in history

Disgrace and sickness, a pleasure with no feel

A choice of death, a path to nil

And only shapes remain to defend them

Like a tale with never-ending end

A life with innocence, the only savior

The fearless hunter, the timeless trip

For those who felt, for every deceiver and martyr

I am here to justify the sins…

No one will follow the signs

This journey is just loneliness and fear

Aenaon

The Endless Bound

Aenaon

The Cosmic Sound

Wrapped in cocoon of mortal and endless oblivion

Only the flesh reminds the link

Scars of human emptiness

The angriness diverted into creed

Aenaon

The Endless Bound

Aenaon

The Cosmic Sound

I hear no will, I see no marks,

It’s this journey that outlines my past

I am Nothing, I am Everything,

I am always more than I feel

Dragged in sin, former believers

Plague and wax shroud all the cells

The road of purity, the death

Cast in stone, future and nowhere

In the womb of gravid land

Gates of past, the flow of dimension

The fearless hunter, the timeless trip