Archspire - Calamus Will Animate - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

[Intro]

Calamus, taken to the pen to relive

Every identity we replicate

Without will they live again within our intimate collective

Animate

All the dead we bring into it

A burrow

Of human

Memory

The pen, the feather and the needle are alike in death and life

[Verse 1]

Looking back on what had happened when the feathers had arrived

I realize I was not alone

I can recall the men had got infected by it too

Having contact with the foreign components infected them

Before, the factory was known to make the highest quality of bedding

Cutting, filling, stitching fabric with the finest down from all around the world

Yet this down flew through our death dream barrier

Intact

[Chorus]

Calamus will animate

Its contents are hostile

The A.U.M. will kill everybody not in this compound

The dead I bring to them awake

And join in flight above my head

Calamus will animate

Its contents are hostile

The A.U.M. will kill everybody not in this compound

The dead I bring to them awake

And join in flight above my head

[Verse 2]

When the ink coating the wings made contact with the workers' skin, it crept into their blood

Turning them inhumanly violent

They grabbed and tore and bit and clawed at one another and themselves

Gravity and death from loss of blood had no effect on any member of the crew during their frantic battle to relief their bodies from the ether lifting them into the air

[Verse 3]

Die, then elevate

Fusing remnants of spent bodies

Weaving bones and organs into an inverted nest dug in the ceiling

The black sludge casting out from the center as a starving bird of prey

I heard its voice and felt its need to find the child made of teeth, and begin the human murmuration

[Chorus]

Calamus will animate

Its contents are hostile

The A.U.M. will kill everybody not in this compound

The dead I bring to them awake

And join in flight above my head

Calamus will animate

Its contents are hostile

The A.U.M. will kill everybody not in this compound

The dead I bring to them awake

And join in flight above my head

[Bridge 1]

Its banshee wail demanding feed

I hear its pain and become its keeper

I rip the living from the night

Like pulling worms from soil

[Bridge 2]

A.U.M. watches these sky burials

Calamus will animate

Calamus will animate

[Guitar solo]

[Verse 4]

The boy lay like a wet mound of dust on the rotting factory floor

I knew the black fluid hid itself in the deformed corpse of this child

Finally, after hours into cutting, lifting, pulling, sawing, crunching, clipping, I had found it

My crude autopsy revealed

Bounty nesting in replace of the marrow in the young one's bones

The second I saw it, it saw me

I knew its face, changing relentlessly

It was The Drip

I had it contained as instructed

Filling up many clusters of hypodermic needles with the matter

I administered it into a new subject each night, a new life

One with every full rotation of the clock

I've seen those hands meet then disengage a thousand times

[Chorus]

Calamus will animate

Its contents are hostile

The A.U.M. will kill everybody not in this compound

The dead I bring to them awake

And join in flight above my head

Calamus will animate

Its contents are hostile

The A.U.M. will kill everybody not in this compound

The dead I bring to them awake

And join in flight above my head

[Bridge 3]

Its banshee wail demanding feed

I hear its pain and become its keeper

[Verse 5]

A.U.M. allowed me to live off the organs once the people took flight

They do not keep me against my will, yet I refuse to run

Every day I climb the stairs outside this door and view the horde of lifted dead that they conduct behind the factory walls

I must hold on to the final tier of focus

I still have to scribe these happenings in hopes that someone will know what went on here

I can feel the pressure of their unified unscripted flight pounding air down on the floorboard, just a plank's width above

[Bridge 4]

I rip the living from the night

Like pulling worms from soil