The Crestfallen EP
EP - 1992 - Debaser id 127280

Stately columns standing in solemn rows
Such empty honours are suitable for those
Whose death erases all renown and fame
And vanquishes their glory with their name

Wandering aimlessly through dead filled fields
Rewards are just, who knows what absence yields?

By the golden beauty of dusk
and the sun low in our sky
By the haunting shadows of trees
and graves, mesmerized am I.

Searching deep inside trying to reach my dreams
I see a face stare back at me... oh, so serene.

By the golden beauty of dusk
and the sun low in our sky
By the haunting shadows of trees
and graves, mesmerized am I.

Those whispering shades... sad, silent glades

But not for those whose superior worth
After death extols them to the earth
I would even venture to assume
That one need not build for them a tomb
By human art, since glory heaven sent
Serves them as a living monument

Pain is a far away land,
Misery, a lifetime's journey...
...and I lust for death (judgement).

Somniferous whisperings of scarlet fields
Sleep calling me and my dreams are wondrous
My reality abandoned (I traverse afar)
Not a care if I never wake

I cry a tear of hate but it is lost in helplessness.
The darkness eats away at the very embers of my soul
For the deepest love I have has dissolved before my eyes.
My sorrow is bleak, I beg for deliverance.

Lord, in your mercy, hear my prayer.

All emotion is consumed by an inner silence.
All grief is unassuaged by disconsolate tears.
I want for nothing, I live for nothing.
I am waiting to die, but I am afraid dying.

Lord, in your mercy, hear my prayer.

Crestfallen emotion.
Wallowing in guilt trying
and drowning forevermore.

Falling deeper into fear.
My inner self is now
a sleeper of stone.