The Scythe's Remorseless Swing

(álbum: Torn Arteries - 2021)

Tenebrist, gashes to ashes
Horologist, lust to dust
Hacked in seconds, tooth by tooth
Come stare into the void
Condemned to one sequence
See the ticking of skeletonized parts
Rest in corpse and minute pieces
Where only death is real

They say
You have all the time in the world
But the world is not yours

Once the hours seen inside shift away
In the hourglass, as the sands of time
The weeks, the hours, the minutes, the seconds
Once you have, they are dropping like
Once the hours seen inside shift away
In the hourglass as the sands of time
The years, the months, the days, the hours
Are dropping like flies

Death's clock dial
Countdown!
A rope pressing against your temple
Totally calibrating, no escape
The realization of the torment
He's the grave wound inflictor
Having daddy issues with father time
Unrelenting chronology
Rips in joy in the final life

They say
You have all the time in the world
But the world does not belong to you

Once the hours seen inside shift away
In the hourglass as the sands of time
The weeks, the hours, the minutes, the seconds
Are quickly ticking by
Once the hours seen inside shift away
In the hourglass as the sands of time
The years, the months, the days, the hours
Are dropping like flies

Tick tick tick tock
Try to rewind the death clock
The pendulating scythe remorseless
Tick tick tick tock
Try to rewind the death clock
The pendulating scythe remorseless
Tick tick tick tock
Try to unwind the death clock
You do not possess the winding key

Once the hours seen inside shift away
In the hourglass as the sands of time
The years, the months, the days, the hours
Are dropping like flies

Tick tick tick
Tick tick tick tock