Hands of Despair – A Taste for Flesh

Hands of Despair – A Taste for Flesh Lyrics

Artist: Hands of Despair
Song: A Taste for Flesh

Rain, pouring rain, the storm it gains
Chancing a cottage for shelter, seen from afar
Rapping at the door without answering, though the entrance ajar, how bizarre
Dank air seeping into nostrils, rancid as the years of desertion

Against all befitting instincts, push the door and access the dankness
Outside the storm swells and soars
A more than decent incentive for this curious endeavor
Calling aloud, since no one seems to be home

To scour this homestead until the storm abates and goes
Closing the door behind
An initial view of quarters barеly fit for inhabitation
Dusty and tainted with traces of pervading filth

Pеrvading filth
Decrepit, littered and foul, this quiet retreat
Decay permeates throughout, the air thickening
Turning sights on the bookshelves, among soiled volumes in heaps

A binding sparking interest from evidence of frequent consultation
Opens itself to a scene, imagery, grotesque and obscene
Cannibalistic rituals never seen before
Decrepit literature, obscure origins

Decay permeates throughout, yet one is unscathed
From above, heavy footsteps calling – Creaking wood, speckled dust fading
Freezing, as the feet resound, swallowing and screaming in silence
A butcher, bloody knife in hand, eyes wide and a taste for dissection

Inching, closer and closer, reaching for the kill
Despair, foreseeing the end, suffocate in strangulation
With a knife in hand, and a taste for flesh
Screaming in silence – A taste for flesh

Decrepit literature, yet one is unscathed
Opens itself to a page, an image obscene
From above, heavy thunder growling
Crack the sky, shelter vaporizing

Violated
In the gloom of nightly shade
Desire laden
Swarming limbs overtake

Obfuscated
Feeble voices cannot exclaim
Horizon darkened
Sown are the seeds of disdain

Hate and pain forevermore
Carrying a burden, unwanted
Undeserved, is sure
How to carry on?

To live life on
With disgust unborn?
Scorn and spite shall adorn
When her eyes are lain upon her womb

Her defiled core
Why should she go on
To nurture the spawn
Of degeneracy enthralled

Enthralled
Spellbound to lust and carnal pulse
Sanity to dust and flesh to the wolves
Precipitous, End this dragooned torment

To precipice flung, drowned are the fruits of contempt
To the raging seas, disposed
Stirred inside the foaming, churning waves
The siphoning storm

Sink to the abyss, surrender this gift
To the final bliss
Born anew in watery turmoil
Skin to scale and death to life again

To Poseidon, borne
Endlessly go on to torture their spawn, see degeneracy
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From the album:
The Crimson Boughs and Other Short Tales
Release Year: 2021