Amores Defunctus Tuus Mater - 2007

by Rigor Sardonicous

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Our songs from a split disc with Dimentianon released in 2007 by Largactyl Records.

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released August 5, 2018

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Rigor Sardonicous New York

RAW DEATH INSPIRED DOOM, RIGOR SARDONICOUS DRAWS FROM TRULY APOCALYPTIC SOURCES FOR THEIR INSPIRATION AND FORWARD INTO THIS VOID A SONIC ATMOSPHERE NOT OF FRIGHTENED AND DEPRESSIVE APPREHENSION, BUT RATHER OF FRIGHTENING, HORRIFIC BLEAKNESS DRAWN FROM THE PERSPECTIVE OF THE ABSENCE OF HOPE FOR ALL LIFE! ... more

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Track Name: Anima Interitus
In the light a shade of embers made
A wraith of ashen dust cascade
A spirit of darkness in empty space
A calling unto an unknown face

In innocence fair a being created
A child of lust, the phantasm so great
A sworn virtue of purity in state
A solemn guest without anguish has been laid

In love a life whose star has gazed
A casted reflection of mundane plain
A chilled reaction to sorrows name
A soul deceived from human grace

In starkness borne from insight so strange
A gallant shadow of unwanted craves
A decadent cast of lust betrayed
In life as in death a nothing awaits
Track Name: Somnus Pulchritudo
I am as frost upon death's breeze
In darkness unshunned this land is my own
I gaze into the life that is lost
In desolation untamed a flower has no birth

No sword of faith shall grant thee rest
A palace of pain and unrelenting death
No shame can save the bloodwept earth
No cries to hear a lost moments turn
I am as frost upon death's breeze

I am the lack that severs your hope
In silent wishes your soul is my throne
I cast my face into your lifeless eyes
In sombre delights I boast these putrid relics
Track Name: Blood of the Seraphim
Ascend to the mist in foreign dimensions
Lying cold and still unto death's long stare
Breathe in the toxic fumigation of hate
As blood and flesh decay in the air

A line with no boundaries encramped in rage
A holocaust of lust, disdain, and pain
No future is certain, kill again and again
Wipe your tears of peace in pieces
Blood of the seraphim

The dead beseech the souls of the lost
Forgotten oaths and promises uncared
Open graves of mortal wounds
Enshrouded ghosts in crypts profaned

Torn in slaughter in refuted disgrace
A callous reversion fallen in shame
A battle for death as life lies blamed
Speak not your prayers so sombre in silence

Withered and cold, a slave to none
Unknown and disowned, descended in blood
Untamed and deranged, abandoned as one
Acclaimed and estranged, a disguise of raw lust
Track Name: It Never Ends
I am about to fall
Ripping from my face
Blood runs through my eyes
My limbs about to break
These cold, dim chambers
A though… lost moment
Why can’t it end
Why must I be
It’s always coming towards me
As it’s ripping through my skin

I begin to defend
Will break when I fall
Am I no longer to speak?
Was I ever heard?
It all comes so quick
Shall I take a breath
And have it all gone
It begins to fall apart
I am sweating everyday
I am racing everyday
It never ends… I scream in pain

Cutting through my skin
Tearing for the bones
A fool among thieves
I feel buried among them
As I struggle to breath
As I struggle to stand
I curse and scream
But all around me is silent
And continues to move
Nothing waits for me
Am I left behind?

Please… I beg of thee
I worship thee
I hate thee
I need thee
I die for thee
I curse thee
I strangle thee
I suffocate thee
I bury thee
I worship thee
I hate thee
I need thee
I die for thee
I torment thee
I am nothing to me
It never ends…

In the torment of me
It never ends…
The life begins to fade
All is turning to shades
Give me peace
But don’t leave me
Piece by piece
Don’t leave me
Let me catch my breath
Let me see the silence
Let me see the skies
I will not drown
It is not over, will it ever be…
Let me catch my breath…
Track Name: Choir Of Despair
Lame descendant, image of nothingness
The vision, a scribe of deformed death

Inferno in angst, a molten hell of languid faith
Entorched and scarred in blood and waste
Fallen angels with pierced wings betrayed
Salvation denied, a lost eternity awaits

Lame descendant, image of nothingness
The vision, a scribe of deformed death
The tale, a phantasm born of the heretic
For nothing and depraved to the sheltered earth

The gate of lies has been built unto flames
A vision denied of unfulfilled rage
No beauty, no sight, no loss, no life
A choir of despair and death-like decay
Salvation denied, no eternity to save

Inferno in angst, a molten hell of languid faith
Entorched and scarred in blood and waste
Fallen angels with pierced wings betrayed

Lame descendant, image of nothingness
The vision, a scribe of deformed death
The tale, a phantasm born of the heretic
For nothing and depraved to the sheltered breath
A tale, the fable of the soul's triumph in death
Salvation denied, no future begets
Track Name: Just Before Dawn
Do unto others as they done to you
This commandment has never held the least bit true
A race in dark, claim to see light, remains blind, our victory through strife

Just before dawn will be waiting by the bedside smiling as we slash the throat of this forsaken unconscious world

To expect wisdom to come from a drone is not unlike squeezing blood from a stone
The walking dead we must exterminate for an evolved new breed to germinate

The dawn has risen, their fall has begun
The frost in them, a torch is low

Destroy their homes, destroy their schools, demolish all that they've abused
Burn their bibles, burn their churches, all is crushed if not converted
Kill their children, mindless sheep, to what ancestors have already reaped

Resistance is futile, years of rage overwhelm all
The world remained asleep despite our battle call
Blood is spilled, heads are split, still they slept as their throats were slit

Just before dawn we'll be waiting by the bedside, smiling as we slah the throat of this forsaken, unconscious world

The dawn has risen, their fall has begun
The frost in them, a torch is low

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