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B M B N
05:41
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Weak will deathbound for silver linings
Laid siege to high held heads
Had fortune not been kinder to me
I would have wound up dead
All things in excess
Spells no good for no one
Those few who don’t already know me
Will soon hear of my fate
Had fortune not been fonder of me
I would have died in vain
All things in excess
Spells no good for no one
Godspeed to mortal men
With hearts as pure as driven snow
With the striking of the band
Does the ache begin to grow
And with the rubble of what’s left
Will I build a throne
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Meatsweats
03:41
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I caught a feast a meal ago
A savage in a suit
Tore apart a man in an instant
Split him like tides
He’ll pluck out your heart-strings
Make the cannibals dance to your swan-song
Singing in the rain, red with your blood
And there’ll be a flood!
What’s eating me is eating you
Pale bodies turn to black and blue
As he looks my way, I know I'll never be the same
Meatsweats
I beg you: take apart yourself,
The cannibal's mercy is nil
He’ll see no reason,
Life is treason in his eyes
He’ll appear at the pitter-patter of feet
But feet falter fast!
Trip!
Drip!
Die!
What’s eating me is eating you
Pale bodies turn to black and blue
As he looks my way, I know I'll never be the same
Meatsweats
What’s eating me is eating you
Pale bodies turn to black and blue
What’s eating me is eating you
Pale bodies turn to black and blue
And as he looks my way,
And as he looks my way,
I know I'll never be the same
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Brass Tacks
02:17
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Under chime of midnight bell
Do we take our leave
Exiting our human skin
In search of sum meaning
And it sparks like fuel to fire
(Why? My heads on the line!)
But noone lifts a finger
(Why? My heads on the line!)
What is there to desire?
(Why? My heads on the line!)
What will become of me?
Now outside the vessel
Do I see it’s flaws
Quivering like wounded hound
Foaming like a horse
A room with a view
A life in a cube
And nothing to do
And it sparks like fuel to fire
(Why? My heads on the line!)
But noone lifts a finger
(Why? My heads on the line!)
What is there to desire?
(Why? My heads on the line!)
What will become of me?
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The Council In Khlyst
03:06
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They said they’d met with some kind of darkness
Something the light of day just can’t touch
Do you often wonder what bad deeds are made of,
And if they’re something you do or just something you are?
(Can't be sure)
It was ordained to them in the night
To show what happens under dimming of day
I played to them white noise symphonies
Then in the whip did we embrace Gods
(All in a trance)
All encircled, spinning in a circle
Gordian Knot of profligation
All encircled, screaming in a circle
Under light of conflagration
In the centre of the wheel
Draw the curtains, part their hair
The council, all in Khlyst
Gather round the one
In search of Divination
Did we find bleeding
At the cracking of the whip
In the centre of the wheel
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Nailbomb
05:33
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Clung to the hold
My mind swims
Drop like a stone
Into the deep
None alive
But the crew
Grey as the sky
Im left under
Shades of why
In an oil trail
Staining the blues
Like a bruise
Broken breast of our sinking beast
These waves shall mark our graves
Slowing of pulse
Writhing men
twist and convulse
As we sink
Crushed under heft
Of the ice cold
Grey as the sky
Im left under
Shades of why
In an oil trail
Staining the blues
Like a bruise
Don't need any God to believe in hell
When the sea spills life aside
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Mictlan
11:17
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Chapter 1:
Mirror-gaze to decide
So on, so forth
Ruminate on all your kind
Why do such wrong?
Four years left to wander on
The road to the end
A place beyond the trees
(Disorder)
Where lies the killer of kind
(Disorder)
And if that dog does bark
(Disorder)
I’ll be on my way
Ichor river, ebb and flow
Carry me forth
Far away a wall of stone
Clashing mountains
Desert stretching ever on
Wind cuts like knives
Arrows fired by unseen hands
(Destroy us)
A thousand beasts, eating hearts
(Destroy us)
Deeper down the water, black
(Destroy us)
So much lies ahead
(Destroy us)
Chapter 2:
Mictlan is the second house
The home of the dead
So long is the journey
From the heart unto the head
World-tree wages distant wars
To keep leaf over head
Every nomad, sure of foot
Travels on the passage of the dead
Chapter 3:
If the hand refuses to scratch itch
Then sever the hand, sever the hand, sever the hand
Why exist to be refused the life that I have earned
And how it consumes me?
God forbid this mortal torture
Is all there is to being
All the danger, now to scarper
Deeper down the trees
And if the Gods refuse to bend their knees
Sever their heads, sever their heads, sever their heads
Lies beneath a snake ensheathed, eating it’s own tail
Above, a whole world rattled with detail
All the forces on my spirit pushing me around
Where to wander? What to ponder?
Are my feet still on the ground?
God forbid this mortal torture
Is all there is to being
All the danger, now to scarper
Deeper down the trees
And as we go, an ebon flow, written in the bark
In the dark
In the dark
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