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Never A Word

by BLACK DECADES

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1.
Asphyxiate 09:25
Asphyxiate Cherish these tomes that will tell The ways in which a path may be paced Drag away and condemn to hell All those that chose to stray The fallacy of free will Has lad thee to thoughts impure The flesh shall suffer We have our safety to ensure THOU SHALT NOT SHALL BE THE WHOLE OF THE LAW THOU SHALT NOT OR SUFFER TRUTH IN RED AND CLAW There's freedom from and freedom to Understand the glory within the two We’ve drawn the lines, traced the fields Nothing safer than for you to yield These crumbling walls are Patchworks of precepts and prayer The mind and the hand should be able To peel and chip, rip apart every layer But the chisel is blunt - the sword unwet The fist unclenched - the freehold spent THOU SHALT NOT SHALL BE THE WHOLE OF THE LAW THOU SHALT NOT OR SUFFER TRUTH IN RED AND CLAW Melt ploughs to swords Doubt to rage Subservience to power And burn the stage Be afraid – Make them afraid Asphyxiate the throat that reigns
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Automaton Incarnate Sentience/all I am/ Raise my hand and You know nothing You feel nothing You are the thing I will to be Slab on the floor, blood A sign of ending, nothing more Sentience, a state Of definition, no pardon By the power vested in me I hereby declare thee void A stroke of the pen A slice of the throat Faith, where is thy sword? Gauge out eyes Rip out heart Breath is just a reflex A scream is never a word Automaton incarnate Eyes only reflect Automaton incarnate Don’t think, just act.
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My Son 08:12
My Son Trade fiction for ripping blindfolds from eyes Grab diction, and squeeze out all the lies Trade fiction for facts about the end of it all Grab tradition to never fully realise My son This who I am My son This is who we will be My son, Prostate on the kitchen floor Scalpel at the ready Cut the lines that lead throughout The lives of sons That found their fathers Caught in stances no body was prepared To take, necks protruding from kitchens and ropes, arms with hardly a twitch left cannot hold progeny nor promise. My son. This is who I am Fleeting words, empty gestures Communication reduced to the barest of bones Knot these mandibles above your head To hold high the hollow altar's stones My son. This is who I am. My son. This is who you will be. My son.
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I Carve 04:58
I Carve My feet plod on through trodden fields I pull a plough that tears out roots and seeds I carry the yoke that burns and bleeds This is the tillage of all I own This is mine and mine alone If I forfeit - blame none but this This is mine - mine alone Beyond the pale horizons yearn and lure Many a determined face had its eyes locked - its jaw set Who has been the last - has he sent the drum yet? Who will be the next to blink - to pass that line? This is mine and mine alone If I forfeit - shatter and burn every bone This is mine - mine alone When I die my body will be the soil It will poison each well you dig Each fruit you pluck - each child you raise This is mine and mine alone If I forfeit - it’s either by sword or stone But this is mine - mine alone
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Linger 03:58
Linger Praise the dead in the length of a thousand nights They will leave you there as they watch and claim to be the only one left alive Who will ever find out? Without ever tasting sin, without ever feeling pain, without as much as a second glance Who will ever find out? A memory that nobody wants to forget It feels so good that hardly anything could ever be better Who will ever find out? The gloom envelops the angel and beast alike And the judgment is left to linger
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Husk 07:02
Husk If this has shown anything The husk can shine and crumble At the same time An inner fire can fuse cracks Into a brighter whole Which peers back but never in again But this is not enough Build effigies – churches – tombs And praise the dead It’s not enough Burn candles – drink to health Build cabs and heads It will never be enough Ashes retain elements Which cannot fade – cannot flee The core of that which once contained Everything that mattered to be These fragments inhaled They nestle inside And cling to lungs unable to breathe Unable to be They open – they suffocate Some of the dark which ate Some of the dark which wanted To leave

about

We recorded this album two years ago, but then life happened. We have a new singer, a different sound, loads of new tracks, and this record, proud as we are still, does not really represent us anymore. It was a moment in time, a moment long gone.

So we offer it as a PWYW download, with all of the proceeds going to Stichting Sam&, a charity that helps families and children living in poverty. In our city, approximately 15% of children are raised in poverty, and this limits them in a multitude of ways. Through Sam&, they can play sports, play music, have a birthday party. Sam& also helps families navigate the red tape with which the local government seems to desire keeping people in their alloted spaces. Death to capitalism, freedom for all.

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released February 2, 2020

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BLACK DECADES The Netherlands

Marcel - Bass
Johan - Vocals
Rosie- Vocals
Thale - Guitar
William - Drums

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