Exhorder - The Tragic Period Lyrics
Here's a tale in historyAbout a period of tragedyA man who thought of horrid thingsBut really sought what happiness bringsTerror instilled within the soulsOf men and women, young and oldCome and listen to me, my friendHe'll make your morale descendOne Boston day, it's sad to sayA newborn child was granted miserable lifeAbandoned by his father andLeft alone by death of father's wifeFoster childTobacco exporter gave him a chanceHistory defiledTwisted by literature, dark and opium enhancedIrregularitySo far ahead of his timeA spark of a breedRegarding all of his literature creedInfamy of tales and poetryConnecting his themes to his wildest dreamsThe maelstrom grew but no one knewHe descended far beyond its spinning wallsInto the pit, the black abyssHis house was collapsing as he searched for El DoradoPerched upon Pallas was life, hard and callousThe shadows of burden lifted nevermoreThe vulture eye of death concealedBy wooden planks below the floorThe quest for solace evolved into sorrowLingering obsessionsIntoxication, stimulation, creationHindering addictionsApparently the message in a bottle was lostFor I could see no conclusionBut all of us remaining in the shrouded pastMust remember to further ourselves by obtrusionInebriated grin leads the mighty penAcross the paper as his fears come aliveSatiric whim ignites the brimOf insanity as Pluto arrivesSwaying cognac barriersAnd the beating of his hideous heartIncreasing ever so constantlyConjuring the ne'er forgotten lore'Tis only this and nothing more
