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Great Wheel Of Eyes
04:23
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Unknowable heaven-sent entity.
Numinous angel of convexity.
Perverse mind-bending anomaly.
Unnatural, delphic complexity.
Slow. Inexorable.
Monstrous apparition of ungraspable size.
Vast. Unfathomable.
Great wheel of eyes.
Why is it here?
Why was it ever brought to this earth?
How could any resist?
What could it even want or need?
Ambassador from god, a spectral nightmare.
Manifestation of horror and dread.
Image of maddening despair, circumvoluting ocular disk.
The air is growing thick.
Spherical stygian orbs peering out from all sides.
Great wheel of eyes.
Colossal progeny of whirling cosmic terror.
Spawn of a demoniac mind frothing with spiteful dreams.
Absolute abomination, nothing greater to despise.
Mystic celestial surveillance, no place dark enough to hide.
Great wheel of eyes.
Slow. Inexorable.
Desecrating endless cerulean skies.
Vast. Unfathomable.
Great wheel of eyes.
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2. |
Vivisepulture
05:34
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Worship the reek.
A smell not made for the weak.
Sweep your gaze over this mess.
But try to hold your stomach until you see the rest.
Death will come whether by a spear through the lung.
Or vivisepulture.
In a hole, to which they are dragged by the tongue.
Hundreds hauled together.
Dead and alive, all into the same pile.
No we're ready to begin.
Pits filled to the brim.
Heaped high with soil.
Flesh starts to boil in decomposing heat.
Earth-bound shrine to a higher power.
This may yet be your proudest hour.
Nostrils fill with the smell of success.
Even if that smell makes you retch.
Hold it in.
Find strength within.
Impalement, septic death, trauma to the head.
Or exsaguination.
Many die, some survive, all will become dead.
Hundreds end together.
"I don't want to die here"
Well now you're going to lie here.
"Please just let me go home"
"I just want to live alone"
Join your new family.
Rot with them to please me.
Fill the hole in the ground with the lost and the found.
Build it high in a mound so the meat will compound.
Didn't want to lie here.
But now they have all died here.
Piled into their new home.
At least they didn't die alone.
Monumental altar.
Never shall it falter.
At least while I'm still here.
After that I just don't care.
Feed my hungry soul.
Mass death ritual.
Bless me and make me whole.
Love me vain gods praise me, never leave me.
"I don't want to die here"
Well I share the same fear.
Rotting in your new home.
At least you didn't die alone.
Monumental altar.
Your vivisepulture.
Flawless while I'm still here.
After that I just don't care.
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3. |
Body Stretched Thin
03:36
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Bubbling flesh.
A reek of fresh death.
What little is left.
Burbles and boils, seeping fluids and oils.
Acid soaked skin.
And fire within.
Fever simmering.
Seething botulin.
Body stretched thin.
Not a single way it could win.
Organs are giving in.
Nearly time to throw them all in the bin.
Not a single way it could win.
But that's alright, I'm not giving in.
Bearing no complaint.
Happy enough to live with the taint.
I known something ain't right.
But I'm not gonna let it keep me up all night.
Caverns of rot and seeping skin.
Muscles breaking down, eaten from within.
My body's really giving up.
But that don't mean that I won't live it up.
Pits of dead flesh.
Endless bodily distress.
But the brain's doing just fine.
Body shakes with physical unrest.
For which there are no means to suppress.
But that's all fine, happy to enjoy my time alive.
Bubbling flesh.
A reek of fresh death.
What little is left.
Burbles and boils, seeping fluids and oils.
Acid soaked skin.
And fire within.
Fever simmering.
Seething botulin.
Body stretched thin.
Not a single way it could win.
Organs are giving in.
Nearly time to throw them all in the bin.
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4. |
Land Gone Bad
05:18
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Land gone bad.
Soil and sand.
Sterile earth now.
Little worth now
Bitter fruits then nothing at all.
Very little.
Then nothing at all.
Poisonous soil has no worth at all.
Life dried up, ground to a stop.
Arable land.
Now desolate sand.
A vista of death.
Wide open view.
Nothing it leads too.
Just more empty death.
Wide open vista of dry arid earth.
Wide open vista of nothing but death.
Land gone bad.
Desperate souls.
Hungry all.
Crops all gone.
No more come.
Land gone bad.
Soil and sand.
Empty hands.
Sterile lands.
Once arable land now just desolate sand and nothing else.
Wide open view, but nothing it leads to.
It's just a vista of empty death.
Sterile earth now.
Little worth now
Bitter fruits then nothing at all.
Very little.
Then nothing at all.
This poisonous soil.
Has no worth at all.
Miserable roots on still standing trees.
Dry leaves fallen to the ground as their mother's precious lifeblood leaves.
Rustling epitaphs blowing dry, dead, lifeless in the breeze.
Crops lie dead upon the ground shielding sky from poison dirt.
No new life since theirs did end, now just barren empty arid earth.
Rain has not fallen here for half a year or more.
The tanks are running dry, there's no chance of more water.
The winter stores are gone, they will not be restored.
There is no chance things will be like they were before.
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5. |
Mind Of Stone
04:19
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Mind of stone.
Heartless, cold.
Strength imposed.
Strong-arm throne.
Crusader. Rampager.
Bloody trail, ash and death.
Enemy in your eyes.
Amoral. Fit to die.
Immovable object in the face.
In the face of his pitiless ways.
For a while defiant against the tide.
Determined not to wash away.
A beacon amidst moral decay.
Iron will to resist gradually,
Gradually eroded right away.
Forsaken stone in a violent stream.
Dying soul.
Weakened, old.
Feeble crone.
Here alone.
Now just looking on in dismay.
He doesn't care about you.
Or even know what you do.
His eyes look never backward.
Will you swallow your pride?
Or be left behind?
His eyes peer ever onward.
You will be left behind.
He will forge a path without you.
His new world is unkind.
This darkness is closing in around you.
But what can you do?
If you're left behind.
What will you do?
Will you follow or stay and die?
Waste no time, make your mind.
Follow him or stay and die.
You will be left behind.
He will forge a path without you.
You are not part of his design.
The weak, the frail and the blind will die.
What hope is left you?
When so many others will die.
Which path could you choose?
If you follow will you stay alive?
Will you lose your pride and live a lie?
Or just suffer shame yet still expire?
Lose your pride and live a lie.
Or suffer shame yet still expire.
He will leave you behind.
You will remain to writhe in the path he left.
Your only choice will be to die.
Unless you drag yourself along in his wake.
Bow to the crusader.
Worship a conqueror.
Strangle your conscience.
Acquiesce to his violence.
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6. |
Grafted Together
02:56
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Stitching, sown
Artificially grown
New pieces on loan
Your accounts won't condone
Cut apart.
Sorted through.
Rearranged.
Grafter Together.
Just a shadow of your former self
Or of anything at all
Held together with staples
Behind a wall of gauze
Unveiled at last
To see what you've become
But instead of reaching for the mirror
You reach for the gun.
Grafted Together
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7. |
Sick Horizon
04:24
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Something isn't right here.
Something is not as it appears.
Look around.
What you see.
Is not here.
Can not be.
Don't you see?
Images suggest something other.
Other than the brain wants to see.
So vivid, so real.
If you reached out your hand what would you feel?
Parasite conclusions, they pound at the door.
Coveted delusions lose strength, they fail and fall.
See the trees.
Watch them bleed.
Soon they'll die.
Life will leave.
You will see.
Dead boughs waving in the mist.
Windless, this movement should not exist.
Sap-stained, soulless predators unfurl.
Ungraspable presence pervades your world.
Lurking at the edge of penumbral light.
Shadowed perversity pollutes the night.
Look.
Sick horizon.
Use your eyes now.
See the skies now.
Try.
Try to see them.
See the world bend.
See a life end.
See.
See what they do.
Do they see you?
What can you do?
Know.
Know this is real.
Ignore what you feel.
Perception unreal.
This may be your end now.
Could there be a way out?
How could you escape?
You've left it all too late.
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8. |
Sewer Dwellers
06:40
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The weak will be devoured by the strong.
May be a quick end or a death prolonged.
Eaten alive or killed and stashed for later.
Which ever lust at the time is greater.
Crawling up from below.
Glowing eyes, jagged teeth.
Radiating primordial hunger.
Glistening eyes peer out from beneath.
Shining bright with a primal lust.
A primal lust for destruction.
A monstrous store of hoarded filth.
Body parts of the ones they killed.
They will just keep them coming until the place is filled.
Cavern lurkers.
Sewer dwellers.
Subterranean killers of men.
No escape down below.
You can hear them feeding.
Just keep on breathing.
Heart's still beating.
Well at least that's something.
Can't stop from thinking.
About who they're eating.
Your anger's seething.
Just concentrate on breathing.
Cavern lurkers.
Sewer dwellers.
Subterranean killers of women.
No escape down below.
What were you looking to find?
How could you ever hope to get away?
You cannot escape from here.
Down in the sewers is where you will stay.
You should have never looked inside.
Your only chance is to run, you cannot hide.
Now that you're in here the door is closed behind.
Whispered stories, muttered rumours.
Multiplying in your brain, budding like frantic tumours.
Couldn't ever get them out of your head.
How could you ever forget?
Wanted to know the how and the why.
But now that you're down here you just want to stay alive.
Snuck in here, you disappeared.
Trapped beneath the city, nobody knows that you're here.
Couldn't ever get them out of you head.
Never had a bigger regret.
Desperate just to stay alive.
But now that you're trapped here it looks like you're just going to die.
What were you looking to find?
How could you ever hope to get away?
You cannot escape from here.
Down in the sewers is where you will stay.
To run from them for as long as you can.
Until your legs give out or they find you.
When they do they will tear you apart.
Eat all the organs and start with the heart.
Beating rocks into your skull.
The bigger ones may eat you whole.
Cavern lurkers.
Sewer dwellers.
Subterranean killers of men.
No escape down below.
Lying dead in a dark fucking hole.
What little they left of you is growing cold.
Dead in a hole.
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