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Asphyxiate
09:25
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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
02:56
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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BLACK DECADES The Netherlands
Marcel - Bass
Johan - Vocals
Rosie- Vocals
Thale - Guitar
William - Drums
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