1. |
Taken Apart
04:38
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It’s in your manner
Not to speak
But I am witness to
Pain
enduring
While leaning into a sighing tomb
Wanted against it's slouching advance
We are finally witness to a new hell
Pacing in this thin sleep
Wading through the rising ichor
In your manner
We do not to speak of these moments
Hell is here
Eating its way through
Hell is here
Taking you apart
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2. |
A Human Trench Pt.1
05:30
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Fucked and forever
Breathing in
Sinking towards
Your abraded tomb
Stretched across these bodies that came before
Bone crushing bone and clouding truth
Settled amongst calcified misery
Consumed by wandering thought
Gone and forgotten
Undulating phlegm strewn
Through like memory
Fucked and forever
Swallowing spit
Drowning in this human trench
An engulfing sea of flesh
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3. |
Saltlicker
06:23
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Spewing forth
vileness
Asphyxiating
on wickedness
Dragging
nothing out
Dragging
nothing out
Even worse:
An endlessness
All consuming
maliciousness
Dragging
nothing out
Dragging
nothing out
Feral thoughts like
rabid hound
Hunted down
in the boundless dawn
Nothing
chased holds
meaning
Unless
Frozen
with fear in
the gaunt
light
A pit of wasted thought:
The empty pride of man
Begging for a tighter collar,
settled for a shorter chain
In a cruel, encroaching world
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4. |
Something's at the Door
04:51
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Instrumental
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5. |
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To have forgotten everything
Among all other's cacophony
So I may avoid dying slowly
In these days stretched out
Across the carapace of the living
Now every moment
A prison of great dusk
A cycle of empty tasks
Where life eats itself
In a palace of
Unrelenting suffering
A ritual
To step into a noose of one’s own
I am no longer
Buried by the weight of inaction
As I feel the entire
Burden of life while
hanging from the end of my noose
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6. |
The Hidden Shiv
04:40
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Carved in secret,
clandestine task
Sharpened like tongue,
awaiting its path
Washed in silence;
a victim possessed
Wielding and watching;
matter of flesh
This hidden shiv
clutched against
your side
Scraping bone
for anything
left
of the soul
Enemy
of mine
Having
been undone
by the blame
And where it comes
Come to rest
This hidden shiv
caught upon
whispered cant
excise doubt
What fresh wound rent from this buried blade
And all that keeps me from enacting
A feckless end hewn by an unwilling hand
Trembling as the glinting light leaves us
From this hidden shiv
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7. |
Black Well at Midday
07:25
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Always
present
upon your
backward corner throne
Sheltered from a waxen view
A doomed and sprawling home
This liminal space stands
Worn in, weeping, and rapt
Woven, weeping, and wrapped in fallacy
Standing under all you've made
Waiting for what is owed
Choking on
Restless bone
Wanting your
Pound of flesh
My refusal met
By your gaze
And in return
This quiet intoxicant: A silent death
Yet your corpse
Arched it’s back
Towards a swollen sign
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8. |
A Human Trench Pt.2
05:16
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LAIR Richmond, Virginia
Bleak doom metal from the crypts of Richmond, VA. Recommended for fans of Conan, Cough, Bolt Thrower, and Monolord.
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