1. |
Walls of Weeping Eyes
04:25
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Black smoke towers behind
suffocating the rays of the sun.
March in the eternal shadow
blackening the heavens and the earth.
Born with a festering wound.
The soul slowly drained.
Chronically bleeding acidic bile.
The trail eating away at the earth behind.
I am the acid-corroded canyon.
Walls full of weeping eyes.
As the stare, they judge.
Their bitterness burns your neck.
Water cannot wash your hands.
It would just defile the well.
Your pain spreading in your wake.
Rotten to the core.
Way past redemption.
I close my eyes...
The wailing of the mourners
bewildered by loss.
In harmony with the screeching
of you punctured eardrums.
Born with a festering wound.
Despised and disowned.
Chronically bleeding acidic bile.
The trail eating away at the earth behind.
Conscience, a privilege you can’t afford.
Even death cannot purify.
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2. |
Perpetual Procession
06:29
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Stand back from time,
a vista perpendicular to its flow.
Oh, how you long for it to end...
Blind dogs running in place.
Nailed to a speck of dust.
Reduced to ash.
Infinity of empty nothing.
Chains of the eternal fleeting moment.
Animals thrashing in their cages,
starving to bone before your eyes.
Remains scattered on wind’s wings.
The living circling the drain with the dead.
Infinity of empty nothing.
Chains of the eternal fleeting moment.
Animals thrashing in their cages,
starving to bone before your eyes.
Perpetual procession around finality.
All is unified, inevitable darkness.
Every grave and every cradle back to back, seamless.
Infinity of empty nothing.
Chains of the eternal fleeting moment.
Animals thrashing in their cages,
starving to bone before your eyes.
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3. |
Ouroboran Labyrinth
03:57
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Coils around coils
and wrapped around themselves.
Spiraling through all you see.
Everything entwined.
Woven into a web
of slithering deception.
The world in the leash
of its scaly shackles.
Brought up
navigating their
ouroboran labyrinths.
Their poison
from our mothers’ breast
like second nature.
What will be left of us,
the children of this plague,
should we eradicate the infestation?
Like in a diseased tree
lodged in their wormholes
like they were always there.
Burn all of the earth!
Reveal the deepest of truths
no flame or a snake's tail
could ever reach!
Burn!
The sleeping giant awakened
The true essence of power.
Time to skewer the snakes.
They've had their fucking day.
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4. |
Devotion Upon the Worm
06:41
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A glimpse of darkness through the noose.
I’m falling, suffocating in Your presence.
Deeper and deeper into the slumber.
Drowning in your blood.
Dripping from this rotting vine.
Caress my lungs!
Delighted gurgle, an ode to my warmth.
Awaken, beyond the stargardens
of cosmic Gethsemane.
In my death dream.
You came before me clad in nothing
but your crown, nails, and compassion.
You knelt before me and washed my feet
with your blood.
Such a nefandous sight
of the worm laid before me.
A delightful ode of your skull cracking
and the warmth in my feet.
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5. |
Consensus
01:29
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[Instrumental]
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6. |
Simplicity of Decay
05:22
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Shell of death,
solemn is my invocation.
Erupt from the barrel
with the voice of thunder!
Storm all ends of my being
and shatter my temple!
Unlid the skull coffin
and let the rivers of blood flow over!
I observe the brainmass Eden.
From my old organ I divine.
I fathom in my fragments to gaze deeper
to the whole spectrum of disgust.
I see countless of minds
shackled to countless planets.
The chaos of Gemini rotting before me.
I see countless mourners flock before the crucified,
one next to two,
and immortalize his idol.
Blood flows from his crucified carcass.
I gaze to the black hole of his wounds.
Mesmerized by the rotting organs inside.
The simplicity of decay.
I stand alone before this truth
under the faint halo of his immortality.
I do not succumb into him.
His remains, the only amplifier of his words.
His words, wretched as his remains.
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7. |
Not for the Weak
05:38
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Rejoice the stench!
Feel the burning comfort you!
Oxygen deprived, you will thrive.
Do you believe?
Excessive concentrated filth,
flames of purification,
excruciating pain.
Not for the weak.
Will you not bow as life comes running out of your veins?
The accepted truths no longer keep you together
as your flesh surrenders to its new form.
Of these bones you'll build a kingdom
and blaspheme against the foul,
create a whole new level of bliss.
Are you a believer?
Unrelenting hunger for flesh.
Embrace the graves of lifeless defilence!
Lust for unstoppable wickedness.
Draw of evil to conquer those above.
Master over them all!
See all of the bloodstained faces,
their tranquil bodies decay.
Foundation for a new humanity
with their weakening sickness erased.
Can you look unto the diseased and not recant,
become the new hierophant of death?
Can you integrate all of this as part of your soul?
Are you a true believer?
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8. |
Death Dream
01:35
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[instrumental]
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Eyes locked in, mesmerized,
peering through immeasurable mist.
Swirling projection from a foreign tomb.
The ark of the indecipherable.
Addressed by the ethereals.
Squelch of dissolved tongues.
They talk to someone else,
you want to understand.
Beyond the distance of years
now none of them exist.
Still their flesh lingers here
unable to escape.
From their flesh you were born.
Their voice resonates within.
Eras of anxious searching yielding nothing
that they could ever pass on.
Revered traditions, hallowed beauty...
Subservient to their preservation.
All shredded to complete irrelevance.
Meaningless, nonsensical, as it always was.
For their short breath of light in darkness
construct their monument, will made manifest.
All the answers to all questions
found in their graves, not their epitaphs.
Pulsing in your veins,
records of the mythic phantoms.
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