Cephalectomy

True Northern Mystigrind

The Spectre, the Madman and the Undying Corpse

The axe-weilding madman
The undying corpse
The grasping spectre

As i have grown so has my fear.... The cold in the back of your mind...
The knowing that it is all coming to a very slow and agonizing end
That that feeling is no longer just a shiver but something realized

The grasping spectre
Its petrifying touch
Was how it all began

The night she came to me, in my dark hallowed hall
Like a fogs fading mist she entered my vision
With a cold sweep of her arm lay her hand upon me

Pain filling my ears, i fell to my knees
Blood from my nose, salty to my lips.. Screaming!
Numbing cold penetrating my very entirety
Suddenly she was gone, my mind numb with ((eerie shock!))
Since that cursed night she has often come to me
Sometimes in fear, sometimes in sorrow.. Screaming!
There is no way back, i'm loosing grasp on myself
Madness steps in as sanity's hold begins ((fading to black!))

I sought solace in others.
Those who may help her cease
The compasionate caring friends
A devoted father of the faith
The ever observant brain shrink
They have all failed!

She comes to me at night
Here in my tiny padded cell
The caring compasionate friends
The devote father of faith
The screaming never ends!
They have all failed!

In this sanitarium.. In this jacket
He came to my bed.. I lay strapped
The empty eyes of dementia promise me salvation
Through the pitch forest.. Fleeing the jacket
We run endlessly.. No longer strapped
Through the whipping woods she came to me.

No longer in fear and no longer in sorrow but now filled with rage
I could do not but collapse, in agony and fear
My ears filled with blood, my eyes with white pain
I have nothing more for her.. My mind is shut
Through endless woods i followed my releaser until we could run no more
We stood in the dark, desperately gasping for breath
The moon illuminating, only forms of shadows
He was watching me, intently with a burning gaze

"She is making me do this, she brought us here.. A curse upon your soul!"
The gleam of steal caught my eye
How beautiful it is in the moonlight
"The touch is her curse, foolish bastard!"
It is in his hand
The axe weilding madman
"Die!"
I must flee!

Through woods and whips
Run blind in terror

Quicken your pace
No need for haste
The man behind you
Will hack off your face. (repeat and on the second time sync vocals for last line.)

Death follows closely, with no reluctance, for the work to be, done on this relentless night
The grasping spectre
The axe-weilding madman
Footing gives way, to the wet forest floor, as i grasp for a, hold to right myself and escape
The loathsome spectre
The death weilding madman

One axe to the back
Its relentless attack
The man behind me
Lunatic of her making
Slowly i am set free

As i had grown so has my fear. The cold in the back of your mind
The knowing that it is all coming to a very slow and agonizing end
That that feeling is no longer.. Why will death not set me free

A curse upon my soul
No freedom in death
The undying corpse

There is no release...