Paroles de 'The Plea' par Alustrium

Awakening again
Skin is cold and wet, covered in writhing tendrils

No idea how long it's been
Passed out long ago, was dragged
Echoes of those past transgressions
The accuser leads the way

The fool
He thinks he can just step away?
The judgement will come, the axe will fall
This sinner
He thinks he can shrug off the blame?
His head will roll, his head must roll

Thrown to hands and knees
The tendrils recede, and before the accused
A great big mass of orphaned limbs
Shudders and squirms

Cold gray rotten flesh
Builds a shaky and pallid foundation
Corrupted arms produce a face
Lifted high in exaltation

Panicked fear races through the accused
Silence only broken by hideous squelching
A hundred legs, a thousand arms
Play together in a foul symphony

The fool
He thinks he can just step away?
The judgement will come, the axe will fall
This sinner
He thinks he can shrug off the blame?
His head will roll, his head must roll)

I know this place and why I'm here
The center and the source of this hollow ache

The trial is set to begin
The judge, accuser, and the accused
No question of guilt, no proof required
Just a sentence
Let it show
He was given all and loved none
Let it show
He deserves this pain

What are the crimes?
What are we to judge?
This poor thing, this lost soul?
We’ll not punish it further
Has it not endured this?
It came to join us here
What are we to judge?
Suicide, a lost cause
Instead we’ll choose nurse it
Can it not learn from this and become improved?

Hello young one, what brings you here?
Are you in pain? What do you need?
What did you hope to do here?
What would you have us do with you?

With all that has transpired above this cold, dark world
The only thing required, the one thing that is wished for
Is to feel nothing now
To be relinquished from this pathetic form
And to no longer endure

And are you sure?
Do you know what you ask?
To feel nothing at all?
To cease to exist?

Truncated limbs swirl in a grotesque ballet
This empty face looks on without blame
And slithers closer as countless snakes

Nothing ever seemed so sweet
As the thought of not existing
To no more think or feel
Or to dwell here any longer
To exist out of time
And never be a bother
To return to the dust
And feel annihilation

This we can do for you
We can take you from here
We can take all that’s left
And throw it away as you have

The arms reach out
And grab these barren remains
Rotten hands rip open the jaw and crack the bones
Thick black fluid flows from dancing fingertips
Down an unwilling throat and fills the void with rot