1. |
Aura
02:25
|
|
||
To the last syllable of recorded time
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death
Out, out brief candle
The finality of Dream's last cast
From our own dust filled hourglass
Sleeping sand of gritted tears and blood
He shepherds us to our nothingness
As we fall throughout the infinite
Kronos counts down infinity
To him each life equally insignificant
Each soul the same in the black sand sea.
|
||||
2. |
|
|||
Innocence a-glimmer at the edge of the void
A divine being of God’s creation
This creature a construct of his own grace
Unfolding wings of pure devotion
My desire, my design, my chaste
My amorphous self I offer you
From the void between all and naught
An insignificant disciple of your grace
In your adoration forever caught
Your Purity
God’s own design
Your divinity
His own perfection
Your Hadean glare eclipses the light
Sour scorn for my soul is ruin
Writhing in the remains of your pillar of salt
Your infernal mocking is my undoing
My desire, my corruption, my infection
All that is hallowed, ashes in my mouth
Your name abominate unspoken
Sweetest words of ophidian venom
Your alter cracked and broken
Your purity
Gods own violation
Your divinity
As his own whore
A disillusionment of vaporous waste
Never worthy of consideration
A succubus to be cleansed from this green Earth
Unworthy of his protection
My desire, my abyss, my hate
|
||||
3. |
The Voice Of Jericho
05:27
|
|
||
Futile I flail against silvered glass
Echoed I am the mirror of your lust
Obliterated, annihilated, erased, destroyed
In your merciless winds and abrasive dust
Craven, beaten, I have no worth
A vile effigy of your own fabrication
A broken whim of your design
Your warped and craven aberration
My reflected self bears your infected smile
Forced into my hell of fragmented glass
A shattered prison of broken shadows
Until the Babel of fractured voices pass
I crawl forth, this past form of ridicule
His voice a meteor through the storm
I am risen, illuminate in his grace
My torment lifted, all my horrors shorn
Rippling spirits beneath the skin
Veined patterns evolve in the molten glow
Bathed in the glory, the liquid light
I bear the battle mark of Jericho
|
||||
4. |
Monologue
04:35
|
|
||
I shall pull you close and burn my lamb
Your hammering heart beats free
In my constructed place of lust and love
A bittersweet sanctuary
Don’t listen to my words, dead one
Just hear the tones conveyed
The serpent will wind around your throat
The Almighty’s will must be obeyed
You will not stray from his own path
His light and purity
In this hellish pit of lust and want
I will cast out your depravity
A fallen angel at my feet
In a storm of sullied feather
You will not burn in Dante’s pit
I release you from Hells tether
You will return to his own grace
I am the chosen to send you home
You will sigh just once, as my blade sinks in
Releasing flesh from bone
|
||||
5. |
Venator
05:12
|
|
||
With endless patience I await
For you all I have is time
Aeons pass and my breath slows
As I watch you, love of mine
An unknown haunting of your days
The clock counts down towards your end
I revere you, my final lamb
My ultimate godsend
You will be my canvas of bleeding hell
Absolution through suffering created
Your earthly form to be made divine
In my sculpture of sins incarnated
Each movement marked, a careless prey
Condemned to me by your own creator
I am the shadow of your life
The watcher, keeper and violator
Unknown to you, I breathe you in
Coiled, I await his instruction.
As you gambol like an innocent
Before the author of your destruction
|
||||
6. |
The Last Breath
04:55
|
|
||
A marionette held in a web of strings
A tomb of knotted wire
A barb pierced through for every sin
Your Hell before the fire
Forever held in prayer my lamb
Face turned towards the light
A tableau of sweet humility
An homage to our saviours might
The bloodied tears of lidless eyes
Mask your face with salted gore
Worth to the worthless I bring to you
God to the godless whore
Exquisite pain from every revered tear
As you submit to your confessor
Take your penance in the flaying
Agony, a gift from your messiah
Slitting away your toxic flesh,
To expose the purity within
Your torment cleans away your filth
Your remade soul I bring
Slick with blood we share your flesh
Suffocate you with your own corruption
As the pyre is lit you scream His name
The flames dance to your destruction
|
||||
7. |
Mors Vincit Omnia
10:59
|
|
||
Behold your servant, your avenging hand
My final tribute to you father
With my final mist of bloodied breath
I place my throat upon your altar
My retribution blessed, I kneel for you
I embrace my own demise
Released from the hells of Earthly flesh
I return to grace as my body dies
Suspended here in an eternity
I await the redemption of my being
In a violent silence of nothingness
My darkening eyes unseeing
I writhe in fear, I twist in the black
No hosts, no voice, no redeeming light
I beseech my god to raise me up
I witness only my endless night
My dying breath a whisper
An empty vessel upon the shore
One billion grains from an hourglass
My apocryphal god no more
Unending souls, like stars, unclaimed
Swirl untended in chaotic array
Timeless, lifeless, nothingness
Never an afterlife, only decay
|
Khabal England, UK
Khabal was founded in 2017. Derived from Clive Barker’s novella “Cabal” the band’s name and identity also gels closely with
the term cabal’s defnition of intrigue, occult doctrine and the unknown.
Taking inspiration from true events of a mostly obscure nature, Khabal writes atmospheric, heavy songs with a dark ambience through the use of heavy monolithic riffs and crushing drums.
... more
Streaming and Download help
If you like Khabal, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp