Landscapes of pathology...Trigeminal...Strangulation (of the optic) chiasm...Transcept of lesions...Distressing the axonal flow...Perception augmented...Vast and untenable...Tunnel of scars...Faltering...Closure...Choking median eminence...Wilting parasellar malformation.

Litanies of Rust and Decay

There is no one left...Nothing lives...Rust creeps heavenward along the spines of the earth...Cathedrals of iron and ash...stone, and flesh...I saw them all burn...I saw the cities burn...The splendor of towers...Magnificent...Lustrous... Lifeless husks sunken...There is no one...Rust creeps heavenward...We consecrate the beginning of no life and the end of all...We beseech nothing...Hear us, and defile our works...We actuate the bonds of decline...of want and willful wasting...All are blinded in thy vastness; defeated by wholeness; dumbstruck by emptiness...Thy light -- which we both incant and bewail...Thy darkness invites contempt and wanton felicity...The mercy and spite strips flesh from bone...Completing all forms, all fibre, all fabric...Thou art the architect.

Enim Corpus Meum (Hill 60)

Why am I here?

Cold...Shattered...Pain...Where shadows write...Nightmares gain momentum...A pyramid of rotting death...I am crawling through discorporated carnage...Endless dead in blood-drenched soil...Ghosts have cold hands and scars cover their rain-soaked faces...Shrouded in wiresand coffins of wood and metal...Blinded and choking and clutching their fleshless bodies...Ground into splinters and dust in the fields of fire...We die...Shells fall like stars and they fill the air with smoke and cinder...Limbless and faceless and severed are the lifeless screaming...Eyeless...Worm-ridden... Their corpses fill the endless trenches...Sightless and deafened...Convulsing...This is the end.

Scotoma

(Instrumental)