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Broken Hope

Genres: Metal

Into The Necrosphere Lyrics - Broken Hope

I work the graveyard shift, cadavers lay silently in wait 

My utensils are ready to perform degrading autopsies 

Through the sinews of dead flesh 

And within the dried marrow of old bones 

I have discovered the secrets of the dead 

Mercilessly I pit out what the dead cannot hide 

I become enlightened with a knowledge that makes me strong 

A power I now possess launches me into the afterworld 

Traveling paths in the innermost niches of putrefaction 

I will become a god of suppuration in this dead domain 

But to enter the putrid portal I must frantically carve 

Tediously I labor over crude necropsies, bizarre necrotomy 

My entire being soon liquefies as I cross over 

I take on the form of foul cadaverine 

Now through the perished, hardened veins I flow 

Immersed into the deceased where no life resides 

Except for wriggling fat white maggots filled with smegma and decay 

Apparitions haunt the viscera, my presence they avoid 

In terror they try so hard to hide 

Disappearing into the offal of the btchered 

When the dead go the way of all that is flesh 

And the burdensome mortal coil is shaken off 

Moving as I wish between the living and the dead 

Carcasses are tenements for all spectral souls 

An actual cosmos existing within a corpse 

The morticians could not fathom what I see 

Like a scalpel I cut my way through the necrosphere 

Plunging into the deepest recesses of the carrion 

They are unable to flee from my disembodied grasp 

The dead scream as I infernally enslave them 

Truly I am gifted, empowered with necromacy 

Originating in dead matter makes me necrogenic 

The interior decomposed membranes of the stiffs from a necrosphere 

Which has always remained unseen by mortal eyes 

Until I found the concealed secrets of the rot realm 

Now I am divine, the dead now worship me 

As if I am a god 

Are you remember?




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Artist: The Maine