Retromorphosis
Psalmus Mortis

Tracklist

• 1. Obscure Exordium (instrumental) (01:50)
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• 2. Vanished (04:49)
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  Something disturbing nagging him about his shape a feeling of dissolving, losing mass at steady pace what was this contracted sickness?
  He bought himself a mirror with gold laced frame to study his own body and blame imagination
  this could not be real
  
  Fading flesh, his skin turning translucent
  he felt deceived but knew the mirror wasn’t lying to him he stared for endless days
  while his reflection was becoming weaker, beyond repair, no medicine yet discovered that could save him
  
  Day by day, fade away
  locked himself inside his house to isolate turning more transparent, sensitive to air must break this curse before it’s too late
  
  Every time he passed the mirror more of him had disappeared
  his anxiety, soon all that would be left tried to punch the mirror into shards but there was no response
  Couldn’t grip a thing, a helpless soul
  
  Could see through his own pale body
  mirror smiling back at the empty carcass he was as made out of glass, hating that old frame
  man of fog, never to return again
  
  Soon to be extinct and clear as daylight
  “-No more me!” he thought and saw right through his hand
  
  Now floating without weight, the self was almost gone an itsy bitsy piece of once his full size form
  to leave the physical nature and join a timeless void
  
  see through, vaporized
  whatever caused this thing, a mystery unsolved now gone, nothing left
  
  Fading flesh, his skin turning translucent
  he felt deceived but knew the mirror wasn’t lying to him He stared for endless days
  while his reflection was becoming weaker, beyond repair, no medicine yet discovered that could save him
  now emptiness
  
  Every time he passed the mirror more of him had disappeared
  his anxiety, soon all that would be left tried to punch the mirror into shards but there was no response
  Couldn’t grip a thing, a helpless soul
• 3. Aunt Christie's Will (05:47)
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  The will was read out loud to Wilfred
  the only living heir to aunt Christie’s estate she was so wealthy, stingy not bounteous now greedy Wilfred could finally collect
  
  But all he got, a wooden box with number 5 etched on the lid
  the rest got donated according to her will disappointed, upset and angry
  he opened only to find
  a hand drawn map of sorts what was this game?
  
  Still too curious to not explore the map which led him far and remote
  he drove for several hours deep into a dark forest until he finally found the spot
  
  On the ground he found another box but this time it had a 4 on it and inside a note that read;
  “Dig deep dear Wilfred and rich you shall become” under a pile of leaves he found a shovel
  
  He put the shovel to the ground, so eager digging away started building up a pile as the hole began expanding after a few hours the shovel hit
  something that looked familiar a wooden box marked number 3
  the note inside said; “you are almost there” what was this game?
  
  The night was creeping in
  but good ol’ Wilfred kept digging like possessed failed to see just how deep he was
  
  The man in the hole, he hit number 2
  
  the note said the same, while his palms had turned blue
  
  Covered in dirt and sweat
  fanatically toiling with a heavy breath the price is mine he thought
  if it takes all night I’ll find the ONE!
  
  Finally, he felt a thump
  and dropped down to his knees exhausted he could see the number 1
  on the lid that he now opened
  
  Staring shocked in disbelief
  the box he held was bland and empty screaming out in agony;
  “-Just what the hell is this aunt Christie!?” what was this game?
  
  Poor Wilfred realized, his hole was now his grave as he could not get out, that aunt was a bitch
• 4. Never to Awake (04:33)
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  Waking up every single night soaked in sweat
  reoccurring nightmares plagued his mind for years now to die within a dream, unlikely
  Alas this poor soul was doomed
  
  Considering a suicide
  and after that all would be fine but hope of sleep would not let go
  I’ll give it one more night he thought went to bed and closed his eyes
  soon found himself in helpless dire the nightmare finally took his life
  peace at last denied
  
  Awake again but in no bed, now physically stuck within this space screams of pain and horror echoed from his throat in complete vain the realization sunk in, dead and forever here trapped
  there must be some way out, a secret door, a map to escape this hell
  
  The dread he feared was now perpetual lost in his mind, a mental asylum
  his chronic nightmare, his only view
  the depths of horror grew for each breath he took
  
  Must get out
  clawing at the walls, stomping on the floor shakes of panic
  tears and snot and blood dripping from his body hyperventilation, how long could he keep this up “-Get me out, get me out!”
  was all that he could muster
  starting to fatigue, soon all that drove him was attrition
  
  The exhaustion won the battle been awake in a dream forever
  the need for sleep was imminent
  
  as he fell and crawled into a corner
  but what he did not know was that his dream to come was this world amplified, never to get out
• 5. The Tree (05:25)
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  A discovery was made
  by chance by the world of science an organic piece of black
  slow and smearing movements, hidden in a mountain
  
  A fearless man
  chosen by the cowards in command to step into the black hole
  and investigate what treasures it would hold
  
  And step he did, straight into the unknown gate
  struck by a void, seeming endless but with one exception
  
  Carried on in the dark beyond
  ignored the creepy feeling that maybe this was wrong scavenger of the most appalling kind
  didn’t mind disturbing whatever was growing here
  
  Soon his flashlight pointed towards something unseen what occurred to be a strange upside down tree hanging from the branches was these gleaming crystals his first thought was to fill his backpack to the brim
  as he picked his first dangling price a distant scream of terror echoed bothered by it but too greedy
  with a smirk continuing his grabbing
  
  He kept undressing the tree the scrupulous vile spelunker as something captured his eye the stone on top, greatest of all
  
  Kept ascending to the top
  not too careful, scraping bits of tender bark not too worried about the distant screams
  that had manifested each time he took from the tree
  
  Clawing as he climbed
  he reached the stone of unknown kind ripped it from its nest
  he felt so proud, no shreds of consciousness
  
  But with his blind behavior he managed to crack the tree the upside root fell over and with it so did he
  
  As he got back on his feet, slightly bruised he felt accomplished never mind the fucking tree, that ecological deformation
  
  Carried on in the dark beyond
  ignored the creepy feeling that maybe this was wrong scavenger of the most appalling kind
  didn’t mind disturbing, no more growth here
  started to walk back to the hole with his treasures
  
  
  He thought of his return now rich and recognized
  he entered through the gate with all the gems he found
  standing there with total panic, everything was dead around him death had claimed all life existing, no more trees to climb
• 6. Retromorphosis (05:12)
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  Loqui ad Deum
  
  I was lost, searching like a lamb for hope
  in a world where nothing ever made no sense tried to reach the one and only Jehovah
  
  Praying day and night for a recall from the father like a gift from up on high
  within my mind I heard him speaking
  sounding loud and clear, like a voice into my ear I’m the one, chosen son, gifted and reborn
  oh maker keep talking
  all the wisdom channeled to me never will I beg of it to end
  
  Speak to God, treading in uncharted realms
  it would not stop, but was there a connection to the lord?
  
  The more I learned, the more I felt uneasy I felt distorted without no light
  the bringer of all answers would not stop babbling for weeks it kept on spewing, this can’t be right
  
  This strain of insanity, whispering not a moment of a quiet patch
  as my world contracted different ills what was this fucking curse
  
  Scratching in the walls, I was not alone something was involved, not heaven
  
  I felt paralyzed and robbed of all my movement voiceless and impaired, torture kept on growing
  something spoke to me and now I knew it was not God Praying day and night for a recall from the father
  
  like a gift from up on high
  within my mind I heard him speaking
  sounding loud and clear, like a voice into my ear I’m the one, chosen son, gifted and reborn
  oh maker keep talking
  all the wisdom channeled to me never will I beg of it to end
  
  Speak to God, terror on the receiving end unwilful bond, this hostage situation must end Years has flown since I sought answers
  now I’m caged under surveillance force-fed pills, still all I hear is
  voice of God, it never leaves me
• 7. Machine (09:06)
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  For centuries humans plagued our mother earth not to sustain, only greed in mind
  soon it will die and life will be no more
  war, famine and despair had led us to the brink the countdown clock was ticking
  collective reasoning, now!
  
  A clean love for the machine
  it was the answer to all dreams the total failure was unseen
  there is no escape from this abomination the praise, everyone in awe
  fucked by the bastardized man-made savior it would never stop, couldn’t be turned off
  once a fine sensation, turned extermination
  
  A remedy to save us all
  brilliant minds standing side by side
  their expertise concocted a blueprint to design with every circuit set
  planks, screws and glue in place
  the build was massive so they named it “FATE” perfected structure but so wrong
  
  A clean love for the machine
  it was the answer to all dreams the total failure was unseen
  there is no escape from this abomination the praise, everyone in awe
  fucked by the bastardized man-made savior it would never stop, couldn’t be turned off
  once a fine sensation, turned extermination
  
  Oh FATE, people holding hands and tears was falling as they held their breath and activated
  
  the beast of science’s glory
  the rumbling noise, the smoking chimneys blinking lights and squeaking cogs
  mechanical messiah
  
  Soon after the ignition everyone was still in daze
  it’s pace was shifting, the apparatus seemed to change suspended springs kept stretching
  something was going wrong kept scratching their heads
  a self-awareness was confirmed
  Its purpose deleted, ignoring all directives
  the scheming within it, a brew of terror to come
  
  Started to pump out a massive cloud
  the sky got swallowed, not a glimpse of light screaming alarms, wailing sirens cried
  massive hysteria evolving
  the chaos spread, all order had disintegrated the machines clank kept escalating
  the doom of dooms, no plug to pull, end of days was real
  
  Damnation followed
  grotesque it stood in all its glory
  
  A clean love for the machine
  it was the answer to all dreams the total failure was unseen
  there is no escape from this abomination the praise, everyone in awe
  fucked by the bastardized man-made savior
  
  it would never stop, couldn’t be turned off
  once a fine sensation, turned extermination
  
  Chemicals pouring down, touching everyone carpets of fire spreading out
  no one could escape it
  release of gas, each breath was toxic couldn’t turn off the machine
  no prayer could stop this mayhem
  
  What man had created, infernal gestation
  apocalyptic mammoth, death and destruction fed it it will never need replacement parts indeed
  it shall last forever wicked as may be corpses and ashes cover the earth
  no one left who prophesized the marvel of its birth
• 8. Exalted Splendour (05:28)
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  Fascinated from an early age by the glowing ball of light a deep attraction to the star above
  warm and sweet, always there to comfort
  deeply warned to never stare directly into the sun but her gaze kept steering to the sky
  the rarest of connections
  
  “-Oh take me!”
  she cried to the shimmer in the clouds
  my soul belongs to thee, life giver, almighty fire this dark earth, I hate it
  was all she felt behind her scorching eyes
  I’ll join your ranks, stare I must ‘til you take my hand
  
  The world became so vague stroboscopic reality
  blinks and flashes rained
  still content with a smile endured
  
  Her idea to join the light
  no one knows where it came from but with loyalty like that
  comes a price, unimaginable even thou everyone tried
  to persuade her different, she persisted as her pupil caught the beams
  deep inside she felt alive
  
  From blur to complete blindness, she’s stumbling around
  “-Now all I have is darkness!”, poor Iris screamed and cried she felt the sun was shining and touching her pale skin
  but to her heartfelt sorrow, unable to be seen
  
  Fascinated from an early age by the glowing ball of light a deep attraction to the star above
  warm and sweet, always there to comfort
  
  deeply warned to never stare directly into the sun but her gaze kept steering to the sky
  the rarest of connections
  
  “-Oh take me!”
  she cried to the shimmer in the clouds
  my soul belongs to thee, life giver, almighty fire this dark earth, I hate it
  was all she felt behind her scorching eyes
  I’ll join your ranks, stare I must ‘til you take my hand
  
  Fragments of vision all gone, sacrificed
  she felt betrayed, the damage stole her precious light the thing she hated is now her all
  the thing she wanted stole her eyes and gave her nothing
  
  Not even shadows can penetrate the black she’s in her journey to the light, a feeble dream not realized
  she felt the sun was shining and touching her pale skin but to her heartfelt sorrow, unable to be seen
Duration: 42:10