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lyrics
Conceived on a bed of nails, spill the blood of the infant one.
Remnants of a past existence echo on eternal.
Helm the womb beneath the borough, eldritch dwellings baring truth.
Undressing moth eaten blood, inbred Vision granting eyes.
Altered life unleashing the scourge of malice.
Beckoning the hunt, shadows falls on one and all.
Behold immortality, reborn into the night, remove the bandage of skin.
What once was no longer is, crying into the twilight.
What once was no longer is, dying into the sunlight.
Killing every man woman and child.
Spill blood in vain, take and give pain to them.
Limb by limb torn from their nesting, strung upon the cross, cleansed in fire.
Clawing at their chest, physical remains soaking in the moonlight.
Fear in the flames, inhuman eyes scream with pain.
Choirs sing in cacophony, upheaving the slumbered beasts.
Misshapen figures left behind to pray to themselves.
Return to empty embers, bathing in its burn.
Cosmic putridity, exalt estranged remains.
Fortuitous expulsion from bindings of their earthly forms.
Entities of grandeur beyond bare observations, silently Shifting between existences.
Hidden from raw perception, lurking in the shadows of the blood lit moon.
Feeding on fear, dancing with pain, omnipotent orphans of totality.
Hollow body, cower in the tomb, left to fade.
Bleeding is a gift only few can pay the price for.
Dragging the chains of past memories, rattle like broken bones and dancing like flames.
Snakes circle round speaking in tongues, whispering promises of god's blood.
Mother moon lend your hand to blinded eyes, wade in blood filling your cup to it's fill.
Red moon hangs low, a womb will be blessed with a child.
Nightmares crave an infants life.
Cut out it's throat, silence it's harrowing cries.
Slowly Quartered limb by limb, strung upon the altar red.
Botched sacrifice quiet lies, butchered infant slowly dies.
supported by 15 fans who also own “Dredging Veins”
if this album is anything, its incredibly well rounded.
choosing to step off the gas a little bit in favor of a notably more polished sound.
I dont dig it as much as psycho, but I'd be a liar if I said this is isn't a radical improvement in quality. MyNameIsRedundant
supported by 14 fans who also own “Dredging Veins”
Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego