Abyssal Scream
Eternal Echoes: Unveiling the Abyssal Scream's Haunting Message
Lyrics
A lullaby of death whispered at your ear
A soothing song of death softly spoken close to you
Now white snow turns deep red
Current pristine snow transforms into a profound crimson hue
The crows don't mind how much you scream
The crows are indifferent to your cries, regardless of their intensity
They crack your throat leaving you speechless
They fracture your voice box, rendering you mute
Our father who art in heaven
Addressing a higher power, questioning their whereabouts
Where are you?
A plea searching for the presence of a divine figure
Hallowed be thy name
Reverence expressed for the sacred nature of the divine
And in my grave you'll be able to spit
In my burial site, you have the liberty to express contempt
Drowning in this cold black water lake
Immersed in an icy, dark lake, struggling with suffocation
Drown as fast as you can
Urge to succumb to drowning swiftly intensifies
Don't bother digging anymore
Abandon the futile act of digging; the path to hell eludes
You will never get to hell
An acknowledgment that reaching hell is an unattainable endeavor
Our father who art in heaven
Repeated invocation seeking the presence of the divine
Where are you?
Continued questioning and yearning for divine presence
Hallowed be thy name
Reverent acknowledgment of the sanctity of the divine name
And in my grave you'll be able to spit
Permission granted for expressing disdain in the speaker's grave
Wolves are still hungry
Wolves remain unsatisfied and eager for sustenance
They smell your fear when they arrive
They detect your fear upon their arrival
They don't eat you
Despite their hunger, you are deemed unworthy for consumption
You're not worth it for them
Their indifference to consuming the speaker due to perceived lack of value
Our father who art in heaven
Continued invocation and questioning of the divine's whereabouts
Where are you?
Persistent search for the divine, expressing a sense of abandonment
Hallowed be thy name
Reiteration of reverence for the sacred nature of the divine name
And in my grave you'll be able to spit
Similar to line 16, an allowance for expressing contempt in the speaker's grave
Comment