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Merciless Sabre
03:38
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On hammers and knees, we howl to the cosmos
A vision is worth not now what it once was
The future has been retold through the lens
Progress and ascension have been plead for and dreamt
And yet none shall come to pass
So we untangle from within
Memories of burning water
An omniscient eye wept, gazing over toil and work
But worthless are the fingers that cling to the dirt
And dirty are the bodies that wallow in earth
Star bound but wingless, clinging to visions of purpose and worth
Daylight beams through painted glass
Searing bulb burns the iris
Yet none shall come to pass
Callous the air
The earth screams
Unravelling still
And still we plead…
“Mournful mountain, swallow fire!
Do the heavens not hear our squalor?
Merciless sabre, soul devourer!
Is our sacrifice forgotten?”
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2. |
Occupied Frequency
02:24
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Altered by the occupant
Seeking the frequency
Probing depths, the limb descends
Scraping the sin from the surface
An ode to open minds
Or a leash to the bestiary?
Calcify the lifeless land
Serving the frequency
Droning death, the soul’s descent
Starving the body for sickness
Hopeless, wait forever
Oh, this thankless toil
Bear this weight forever
While the rivers boil
In service of the occupant
In search for the frequency
In hopes that the hand that holds us might loosen its grip
Searching eyes, surging forth through the filth
Purify, cure for the bile
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3. |
Illusory Path
03:40
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Heedless, priceless life of suffering
Vanquish, commit dream to despair
Thankless, the toil and torment
Calculate, designing the end
Wracked with virtue, projecting beam of clarity from palm of hand
Stifled with purity, deflecting the darkness in the gaze of the damned
The ones that tend the soil
The ones that bridge the gap
The ones that wire the circuitry to illuminate the path
Conceived, born of flesh and blood
Designed, encoded into dust
The one that waits eternal
The one that beckons us back
The one that wakes from slumber just to scatter the pack
This is the solution for life, lost in illusory light
This is the passage of mind led by the message inscribed
Too far along an illusory path
Too sunk into a system
Prism glistening in the black
With all this weight upon its back, planet suffer
Planet suffers under us
Scraped apart and stitched back together
Shovelled up and pulverised to dust
And for all the toil
For all the time it takes
When all the rivers boil
When all the stone is erased
Planet suffers under us
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4. |
Tethered System
04:04
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Beneath the watch of the eye, red light sky
Vision of sulphur, weaponised life
Twisted apparition, disgusting design
Crystallisation of the surface, salt and acrid formation
It speaks, we heed its word
It listens, it swallows worlds
We fear, we tend its dirt
It feels, it feeds on hurt
Descension, the leaching of the soil into sickness
The wind is blade and bitter
We are all slaves to the algorithm
Designed and deconstructed in one sentence
With fingers twitching, with eyes that flicker
Dilution of life, absence of existence
Tethered to the system
Parasite and cells now colliding
Worms and rats, fleshy vessels writhing
Expand beyond the bounds of design
Spleen in hand, eye in mind
It feeds, we sate its thirst
It learns, we take its word
We fear, we tend its dirt
It evolves, worm to man, man to worm
It waits an age, sentenced to a system in sickly slumber
A constellation, one long tangled, begins to unravel
Dreamt a vision of a quenching rain
Woke in descension, depravity abound
Fingers wrenched into the ancient ground
Seeking clarity, we cling to anguish
The want to quell a vicious wind or a burning hunger
To clutch it in a withered hand and drag away at the cables
We are designed only to stretch and bend, and bulge like thunder
To bow before its ruling hand, worms and rats deluged in wisdom
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5. |
God Rest
03:49
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Reaching forth from the structure, fingers flicking through our thoughts
Pummeling skulls with unfathomable visions it claimed had been there all along
Where the soul goes, oh, the bones, they must follow
Blood thick as bleach, but the body, it must swallow
Sickness and sorrow and wallow in filth
Eyes in the concrete stare into the hills
And how we clamber for ascension
We crawl up mountains of the filth
And how we squirm within the squalor
And still we crawl towards the hills
Ignorant to life, selfish in our needs
Blinded by desire to bleed, and know, and breed
But never breath, and never learn, and never still to seek
Only to accumulate all that we could reach
And it reaches back from the structure
Hung in the sky, making blade of the wind
Bodies below, like rats, fused together
All the answers now tangled in limbs
Ancient wisdom asleep in the system
Sacred visions adrift in the sequence
Hands aloft, held in praise of the light
The bulb that burns the brightest be the flame that governs life
Felt the godly gaze of the eye
Felt the wobbling weight of the sky
Thought of the forlorn crumbling of words
Dreamt of the looming untangling of worlds
And sank into those visions
And vanished in those dreams
And we wither along with them
And so we must sleep
Sleep with the eye watching over
Dream as its lens fills with blood
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6. |
Battle Hardened
05:16
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Awaken bound in steel
Wires reach claws and teeth
Vacant husk of meat
Cables pumping bleach
Eyeballs seared from the signal
Twisted form of man
Tainted half-machine
Copper needling through the flesh
Tendons tethered to the system
With all the cables closing in
With all we’ve clung to crumbling
When all the bulbs are blinding, a marble sky, a world unwinding
Entrancing imbalance of flesh and metal
The parasite enveloping
We hammer, the door never opens
We cling to a promise of release
A promise that never comes to pass
A message in stone, an image in glass
With all the lenses watching
With all we’ve strove for struggling
We take the grief and clutch it
We taste the greed and swallow
It takes the flesh and bends it
We taste the bile and follow
This is the end time but we can’t take our eyes off of the light
The time for repentance but we are only mesmerised
And still we must feed, we must swell, we must breed
Fields of fossilised bones, thrive in the filth, entranced by the stone
Battle-hardened world, withered and wizened globe
Bound to the blackness, in masses and alone
And atop each peak, each street, howl to the wind in defeat
Crimson sky strains the horizon, blood red pools at our feet
“Those who see the path must guide it, those who heed the words must speak!”
“Those who see the path must guide it, those who heed the words must speak!”
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7. |
Wind Cleaver
02:48
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When at last the final light is eclipsed, where only sin and sickness exist
May the moon leach the fluids, let the wind cleave the skin
The void is mesmerising, shimmering hands that beckon us in
The world is fabric unwinding, bloodied hands that tug the string
Awaiting cities beneath water, forests burning to ashes
Scatter to wind like rats, pray for a place in the order
A wish for fertile winds un-blown
Spread thy seed elsewhere
Vermin writhe on the surface
Acrid though this waste is home
Destined for dirt that beckons the bones
Suspended soil, soon plummeting stone
Delusions of grandeur and calculated value
The stench of descension clings to the wind
Escalation of filth
Exist in a withering realm
Nestled in the bosom of misery
Suckling at the teat of sin
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8. |
Sleep Purge
05:21
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The bowels that howl for wisdom
A punishing hunger lurks
In vows that strove for vision
We clung to crumbling words
Abscond your worth, take nothing with you, leave the fragments on the floor
The voice you claim is ancient is tangled in the system
Your kind is slumbering
Purge it from its sleep
Why seek cold ascent?
Warmth waits underneath
Disgusted by healing, you suffer through seasons, aeons and ages of grief
Your limbs won’t shed these shackles
Nor will the lungs breathe the air
Though the fabric may untangle
Though the flesh may burst and tear
Strive for power yet seek no purpose
Stench of descent secreted in air
Woes we cultivated and worshipped
Pummelled us, cretins, into the system
Those visions now bleached with bile
Resting in cradles that reek of despair
Words we etched into stone and earth that
Pummelled us, cretins, into the system
Waiting for the signal, aching under the frequency
Clasping at cables so as not to slip from the sequence
Naked and vacant, basking in the gleam of the blade
The sabre and the sickle, the soul that they separate
And the smog from the mechanisms and the mist from the trees
How they smother the surface we cling to on knees
And we slip from the sequence, through the sieve of the system
And the eye watches over with love, with repentance
Oh, to serve the frequency
Oh, to serve our selfish needs
Oh, we search for the signal
And we slip from the sequence and into the system
How the eye watches over with regret, with acceptance
And we slip from the sequence, through the sieve of the system
And the eye watches over with love, with repentance
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9. |
Bile Elixir
04:50
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Embalmed in bile, we burn for wisdom
Roots fold where only wires can reach
Limb from limb, form follows function
Destruction in the name of belief
A calculation, a prophecy in cables
A destination, above and beneath
Where all the bulbs are blinding, a marble sky, a world unwinding
Enshrined in systems, shrivelling existence
Mechanisms knowing more than minds can teach
At least the wind still whips across our stony surface
And the clouds still shatter in the planet’s teeth
When all this dust has settled
What form will we take, flesh or metal?
When all this world has unravelled
What will remain, blood or bile?
Across a smouldering ocean
A path revealed within a burning sky
Blood red as all the roads unfolded
A message billows from a looming eye
“Repent your sins, this toxic wind will eat your shorelines
Forget your skin, your prized possessions, relinquish worth and time”
The gibbous bulb beckons the body
Romancing death, entranced by the void
The cold hands that had clung to surface
Clasping at cables, crawling through the noise
Basking in the pallid glow, the gleam of thy blade
Loveless and alone with the bulbs and wires
Throat primed for the sabre
Where all the bulbs are blinding, a marble sky, a world unwinding
And all the blades that bade this loveless life, this soul unbinding
Call upon an ancient wisdom
Clarity for this bleak existence
Solution seeping from a shattered vial
Elixir for the filth and bile
The boundless life that flanks these walls is only remnants of what came before it
The wires hold us like hands and cradles, and they carry us up to higher places
Only to fall further into a system that, while desolate, is mesmerising
A sickly dream or an ancient vision of how irrelevant and hopeless our cause is
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