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Towering Hills
00:52
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Towering hills.
Colossally tall.
Supplicants kill.
They murder you all.
Grasping for a wavering light.
But death will come to you tonight.
The frozen air, the howling wind.
In their eyes you all have sinned.
All among you skinned.
For you all have sinned.
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2. |
The Man In The Bomb
01:33
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Man of men of dust to dust.
Left to wait and left to rust.
Wasting away in the burning sun.
The barrel still burning on the gun.
Let the blood come rushing out.
Let the blood come rushing in.
Running forever from the blaring horn.
A fuse of flesh and skin.
The soil of souls compact the earth.
Feed the children and give them birth.
Crook necked and mangled for a cause.
Still waiting for the call.
The man in the bomb.
His mind alive with a broken song.
No one can see the mines on fire.
We’ll die with it.
We’ll die with it.
No one can see the crying liar.
Blinded by fear.
No one can hear the words of god.
Minds of cogs and gears.
We'll die with it.
We’ll die with it.
We’ll die with it.
We’ll die with it.
Neurons fire within my head.
Wrenched back to pulsing life.
In a fierce burning holy dance.
Their last before they die, their final chance.
We’ll die with it.
We’ll die with it.
We’ll die with it.
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3. |
Exhumed Living Death
03:53
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Beaten.
Gutted.
Buried.
Dead underground.
I think I've seen you die.
I've gone to see where your body lies.
I think I know where you've wandered in from.
But I want to know why you're here.
Why are you here?
How did you disappear from the cold, deep earth?
Alive when you should be dead.
You died, so you should be dead.
Covered in stones.
Swimming in mould.
Moss-covered tomb.
Cold earthen womb.
Empty of you.
Plain green earth.
Over endless dirt.
The answer sells itself.
Buried and blessed.
Exhumed living death.
It would be better not to know.
I wish I didn't know.
Exhumed living death.
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4. |
Rising Bile
02:28
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Rising bile.
This has been coming for a while.
Feeling sick.
Just about to hit the deck.
The nerves in my arms.
Dead and buried in the meat.
The sweat rolls off me.
As I weep and boil in the heat.
Withering.
Dying.
I think.
I think.
I don't know.
I blink.
It feels so slow.
Asking myself,
As my body rebels,
Do I want to die?
I fall to the floor.
With a crunch for the ages.
Broken nose and busted jaw.
Pummelled on the stone.
Lying cold on the ground.
Freezing in my viscous sweat.
Ears can't grab hold of any sound.
Vision's just a blurred, brown mess.
Am I dying?
I don't know.
I can't decide.
Do I want to stay.
Or would I rather go?
Do I want to die?
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5. |
Creature Of The Depths
00:55
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I'm never going to breathe again.
Or see the sun or trees or land.
Here I lie below the sand.
No longer am a living man.
Feeling grit.
And knowing every piece of it.
A new world for me.
Beneath the land and beside the sea.
Abrasive deep.
Tight and close.
Think of nothing else.
Long for no other home.
A doom unbidden.
Yet firmly embraced.
Chest full of salt.
Pupils dilate.
Cold and silent.
Proudly alone.
A creature of the depths.
Long for no other home.
No longer am a living man.
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He who builds the walls.
Who writes the laws.
He governs the flesh.
Who rings the necks.
Builds high the stack of bones.
High enough that when it falls.
Will widen the crack.
And divide the very earth itself.
A fissure to mark the end of days.
And the beginning of the next.
Crucify the old ways.
And hang them by the neck.
Run and hide or run and die.
Or sit and wait for death.
The code you live by, the antique rites.
To stubborn to accept the next way of life.
On the brink of a fissure.
And a rope within your reach.
A pious scion of the dawn would rather die.
His new dream will carry on without you.
Dead and buried, they're happier without you.
This brave new age is better off without you.
All the rest are gone, the old world dies with you.
The old world dies with you.
The tide will sweep you away.
This great crack will swallow you up.
And the earth will close up above you.
Crucify the old ways.
And hang them by the neck.
Dead.
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7. |
Substrate Doom
00:41
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Sinking stones pulled through the dirt.
Drawn to the core of the nucleus.
Thrown from the window.
Invade the corporeal spaces.
Bring the death back with you.
Caste in living rock.
Wrought with blackened stones.
Hear the music the earth sings too itself.
Heaving, breathing.
Crushing, moulding, grinding.
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Shrivelled wreck.
An arid body hanging from a limp neck.
Lines of age and slow decay.
Invite another gust of rot today.
A life that met a crooked end.
Snapping the bones to make the limbs bend.
A death to die again and again.
Losing no love on those who've met their end.
Spit in the faces of the dead.
Grant them nothing more than they already own.
A cheap suit of rotting meat and broken bones.
Under a pile of tumbled stones.
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9. |
Virtue Of Strength
02:31
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A sacred stone.
To make your own.
A precious gift ripped from unworthy hands.
One of many.
A beautiful hoard of nothing you should have ever owned.
Strong arm prize.
Earned by others, claimed by you, who never atoned.
Never atoned. Never atone.
Why ever atone? Yours by right of strength and will.
The rest can die, you earn the right to survive.
To wrestle the prize takes nothing less.
Nothing less than muscle and bone.
And a temperament of iron and stone.
Honed into the strength of mind to bend the will of others.
And no capacity for regret.
Cow the living to submit.
Or plunder the dead.
The carcass raider strikes again.
Stockpiler, thief.
Selfish beyond belief.
Cold.
Alive while others starve.
By virtue of strength.
The strength to break backs.
And the nerve not to care.
Subjugate and never care.
Subjugate and never care.
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10. |
A Good Choice
02:40
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A good choice.
Not the best.
But better than the rest.
Better than being dead.
Better than lying still.
Better than taking the blade.
Crawling away from here.
When you could have stayed.
On your knees.
In a dark hole.
On your own.
Feeling the cold.
Shivering and wretched.
You could have run the other way.
But now the path is made.
Stick to you choice today.
And you might yet live to see another day.
No chance to second guess.
Hold on the course you're on or resign yourself to death.
Swirling, endless grime.
Losing track of time.
Dragging yourself through the coarse mud.
Dead straight.
Don't look away.
Crawl hard.
You could've done worse.
You could've died.
Look at you now; still alive.
Don't stop the crawl if you want to survive.
The moment you give in is the moment you will die.
A good choice.
Not the best.
But better than the rest.
Better than being dead.
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11. |
Burning Wheel
02:11
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Turning.
Burning.
Crumbling to cinders.
Supporting the weight.
Of over millions on millions.
A foolish attempt.
To escape all our fates.
But time does not wait.
We can’t push back the date.
By tens and by hundreds.
by thousands and more.
Our lifeless shells.
Shatter on the floor.
Nothing but dust.
Swept away in a gust.
But time keeps on rolling.
The wheel keeps on burning.
Rolling towards no more.
Turning.
Burning.
Crumbling to nothing.
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12. |
Wretched Maggot Bastard
02:25
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Slavenous hordes of lustful births.
Entrance gained through open wounds.
Eager to return you to the earth.
Only when the shell is eaten hollow.
Worm-ridden, pencil thin.
Legions of parasites writhe within.
The skin, it's squirming.
These worms are yearning.
Fevered skin is burning.
For the flesh they're yearning.
Wretched maggot bastard.
Irascible and rotten-hearted.
A miserable soul.
Slowly suffocating at the bottom of a deep hole.
That keeps on getting deeper and deeper.
Rotting forever.
Maggot and man.
Living together.
Slow, inexorable.
A lifetime of boils.
A perpetual crawl.
In a mangled sprawl.
What would it take to win them over?
Colonising, heartless, insectile death-swarm.
Please just bring the end a little closer.
Exorcise the leech.
Or just rip the life right out of me.
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13. |
Desecrate
04:12
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Whisper to the blessed dirt.
Unsanctify and subvert.
Desecrate.
Holy clay.
Condemn this piece of earth.
Deconsecrate.
Vile words, evil deeds.
Stomach churns, earth bleeds.
Faith in none but the damned.
Long for nothing but the end.
Corrupt it all.
Ruin everything in reach.
Defile all you can.
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