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At Our End
12:26
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We are the end
A totem to absence
A forfeit of human worth
Scraping our bellies to crawl back to
Something not deserved to be called home
Many voices crashing
Like waves of pain
Upon foreign shore lines
Rising amongst bow’d howls
Wailing as one
Entombed in our shedding skin
Birthing a new deep despair out
Into these clogged streets that reek of
Something not deserved to be called earth
Retching as one
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2. |
Forced March
14:13
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A column came down
Along the valley’s edge
Carried on southern winds
Black and the hawk sang
There, the Covenant was broken
Our centuries numb us both
Indifferent to our own abysmal wounds
A forced march through hearth and home
A laurel buried in snow beside
The hickory mottled red
Cairn beneath the pine
Thirteen then none
Our hex yet paid
Thirteen then none
And still the women won’t speak
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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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