Isolation Icon & The Blackguard Lyrics - Singles - Zavorash

Isolation Icon & The Blackguard 

[Text: T.Scorn / Gideon, Music: I.Hate] 

I unmasked my genesis, this given inbound patricide 

While clairvoyance killed the super-ego and this all meaning died. 

I beheld a million brainchildren murdered on the illiberal pyre 

And an implacable pandemonium of a prodigious wobbling hive 

Draped in abounding droning shapes 

Gifted a bluebottle fleece 

Hymns scribbled in a spidery hand 

Caught shifting in the breeze 

As a rabis tragedian, accosting this imbecile morale 

While impeaching their cerulean innocence my laceration of faith prevailed. 

Debonairity instantly gifted, I now fail to bewail their fall, as I sneer at their febrile fear and halter their moribound call. 

Patron of Misanthropy 

Avatar of sanity 

A bulwark in heathen lands 

Blasted flawless by the sand 

Embellished by its drudges and moldering sanctimony survives 

Through incessant mystical obese which the samblance of truth denies. 

Self-abnegation resounding and abjected to a gallantry-show, 

Of needless flimsy threats - This the humans of Earth bestow. 

Tracing lines with mounting glee 

Flashed a web-cracked smile 

Eldritch turns of father time 

Concoction of mead and bile 

Boundless preternatural wrangling and baspattering profound, in quile and iconolatry and gormless mass is bound. Fragmentation of the perceptive and in the nebulous enwrapped, signing the great necrology - By odius gibber entrapped. 

Widower of a numbing host 

Communal vestigial bride 

Litaire of immaculate zeal 

Reinforce the "I" 

In the maelstrom still imploring in coltish laboured need, the headsmen of heterogeneity are a gasping noxious breed. Dissimulating the plausible, nugatory accolade of disillusion, with eveningsongs of undiluted clemency drabbled in pure confusion. 

Patron of misanthropy 

Avatar of sanity 

A bulwark in heathen lands 

Blasted flawless by the sand 

Above this quaint opulence, this risible neurathenia of man, I cachinate as a blackguard, travelling these dying lands. In the ablart of lamentation lupine I walk in knavery, mordacious with an eerie truth - A rampant obfuscating novelty. 

Patron of misanthropy 

Avatar of prophanity 

The bulwark of these heathen lands 

Blasted flawless by the sand