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The Crows Know Something
09:05
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eyes staring right through me, into an imposing rift of chaos and calamity: so grim, so black, so cold.... turn the crimson in my veins to ice; The Hardening: my heart, my mind every fabric of my being suspended, ensnared! i feel them coming closer, smothered with rot.
corpses all around: i'm knee deep in the dead. shades circle and blacken the sun. do not touch me with those hands whose fingers are sprouting fingers of their own. we're drowning: thick ebony blood obstructs our lungs as the ghouls smother us with decaying shit.
cracked nails dig in, digits caked in mud; jaws part and meet again as we all sink deeper into The Pit. a storm of putrid wings; blood and tattered flesh relieved by ebony hooks; a hideous, incessant cry
forever branded in my frigid soul.... Lazarus to the dogs, they lick my leper wounds: crusted, infected, seeping and infested. the flies nestle 'neath mine blistered skin. consumed, oppress, descending into hate: everything turns black........
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Hypnalis
06:30
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the vast chasm of emptiness opens before us, stretching across the horizon. i invoke the universe to purge the scum and cleanse the filth you've vomited on the earth. i open the portal: release my intestines, my lungs, and all my insides. release my hate, release my love and all that's contained in this husk of a human form. for too long you have fed from our land, penetrating the chaste soil of our mother; for too long you've enslaved our minds, binding our souls in self-inflicted misery. but now thou shalst be silenced. the apex of deceit lurks behind your shape-shifting eyes. i incur the hole in my chest to expunge the zenith of celestial lies: grand defecation of a cyclopean nature to smother and consume the gorgons being expelled from your throat. for too long you've been eating our children, ripping them from the womb and feasting on stillborn flesh; far too long you've been dominating this plane, constructing a monolithic empire to conquer the stars.. i have witnessed the depravity of your sycophantic vows, everyone is a pawn in your twisted game. behold the nothingness that stands before you: you writhe and crawl before my feet like an obsequious worm. i stamp you out. grand defecation of a cyclopean nature to smother and consume the gorgons being expelled from your throat.
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...From The Deep Ottawa, Ontario
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mike - guitar
andrew - guitar
dave - bass
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