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Enjoy the ride.
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Death Knell
05:00
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Our army exhumed— still ruled by a most unholy oath. Conjured back, disinterred by pious words of worship from your drones. No taking up of snakes or ritual spastic throes, nor centuries of Hail Marys could consecrate our souls. All blessing hands severed by our blades. The reign of the five points encircled/inverted/set ablaze; heralded by the locust wind, ashen plains, and a swarm unrivaled— hive mind legion led to battle, come forth to smite these sycophantic followers of Christ. Devoid of any reticence, heaven hopes or cowardice, this writhing cloud of messianic doubt envelopes all. The entropic asymmetry of scabbard-rattling cacophony echoes out. Armored to our rotten teeth, the bellowing of raucous beasts resounds— a horrible sound.
The pale horse leads the charge of this infernal march. All shall be made plain in our lord's unholy name. No shield (wrought, or incantation from pointless prayer) shall blunt the edges of spear and piercing blade. The shade of our phalanx descends to desecrate. My brothers in arms, take up your vow and its mantle. Restore the horror of our name. We are the death knell.
Our banners unfurled, and hell followed with.
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Ouroboros
03:17
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Serpentine infinity— senescence is somewhere between gaping maw and slithering; creation and destruction incomplete. Only a mother mourns a predicament so self-inflicted. What use is sympathy from sycophants who wait to pick me clean? Masochistic mastication. Ablation piece by piece (by the mouthful) 'til I can barely breathe. As tail meets head, I'm finding time to reflect. Forever chasing the tail, a wretched obsession. Success brings failure. My choices hold me down, spinning 'round with only my end in sight. Subconscious predication on self-ruination— a bitter pill. I realize all I've done is eat myself alive. All I sow, already reaped before its ripened— cyclic self-defeat. As it grows, all mowed down and replaced immediately. Masochistic mastication. Ablation piece by piece. My throat is fucking seized while choking down the trailing end of me.
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Colossus
03:40
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Let the vermin flee or stand their ground. It matters not, for he shall fetter out the coward corners of the hardened hearts. The horizon undulates under his feet, so steadily traversing ever-forward. With no reverence nor concept of life's sanctity, the colossus revived heeds no man's cries. As though a mountainside had come to life, this hulking monster towers over all— renders obsolete the strategized and frenzied fight alike. Futile resistance to his demigod might.
Pray for haste.
Come challenge, come warring tribe. He shall preside. Decimation— the end of your foolishness. Bearing down, the weight of brass and iron have erased and snuffed out all speech of what transpired here. The crushing blows have left behind a hush that knows no end, lest their grief bring light back to his eyes. What wailing and gnashing of teeth must these barren widows bury down with man and child beneath? The heavy burden levied on their hearts— no easy peace... until the reticence and bloody memories recede, when the ruthless among men come to summon the colossus again.
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Reanimus
04:11
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I could live on, free from strife (or concerns conferred on a mortal life) but the years crystallize as these occlusions in my mind. No matter where I lay my bones, the past still runs the path I chose. Gone in all but memory, my history defines me. The price is paid by those I've left within my wake. I'd look back casually, but the casualties are piled miles wide. I've served the infinite, as the transient, it rots. In time, so might I (with faces, names, and transgressions forgotten) only to rise again; this thread, woven without end. You call it necromancy, I'll call it reinvention. People and problems wither away. With every bygone age, I thrive. How am I to reconcile my existence? No gods nor men of science will listen to my plea for mortality. Every reanimation fragments an already fragile psyche. Successive iterations split and splinter, shredding my humanity. You call it necromancy, I'll call it self-preservation. I've tried to end this life— but eternity, she holds control. My desperation goes unrecognized. The youth I used to prize, now my curse as those I love all pass me by and pass away. Now they wait for me to rejoin them in the next life.
Why can't I?
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Cerebral Gortex
04:27
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Glazed eyes and expanding waistlines— sterilized by the seemingly benign. This placated populous never stood a chance. We live the trance. As newscasters cast aspersions, it's choose your own diversion. Strap on that feed bag and recline. Shuffle, o huddled masses, precursors to the soilent green— this daily grind, harrowing. Narrow in their sight, blinders affixed. The quickest pathway to salvation lit by exploitation; mesmerized by societal blight. Rank and file, onward, ye reviled fodder of industry— casualties of the churning beast. The indiscriminate process of "progress" built a highly-refined, deftly designed, perfect machine: an exquisite device of masticating might. The gaping maw beckoning. She calls us to the brink, bid to descend for her glory; the great whore of Babylon lore eclipsed by her prescient pupil.
Mainline that revenue stream. Commoditized at bargain price— trade life for liberty. Pay no mind to the man behind the curtain. These ignorant fucks can't get enough. Glazed eyes and expanding waistlines, sterilized by the seemingly benign. This placated populous never stood a chance. We live the trance. The ignorant— easy pickings for a culture corrupt, when reality ain't quite enough. Hand to mouth, eyes to screen; the herd complicit in their own shepherding. Empty calories— cattle feed shoveled into the trough. It's a static dance. We live the trance.
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Into The Maze
03:20
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These wretched walls, infinite barriers: forward, backward, illusions of a choice. How my many missteps clamp these shackles tight. Every left is but another link in the chains that bind me, and every right wraps another ring of rope. Restricted to these four directions; this horrible horizontal plane. A life lived in two dimensions. No upward to arise. Consulting with forbearers, ripe with decay— slumping and silent, the worst company. Their quiet consensus was lost on my mind. Prideful, arrogant, and blind to their sage advice.
A fibula fractured, it points to the end— a grin and a gift from my wisest of friends. Grinding and honing his bone shard to blade, I fashion the means to my only escape. The avarice of life kept me from my release. The third axis I seek was hidden beneath.
Bloody handprints and numerals mark the dead end paths I've traveled. Disoriented, how I've lamented the passing of the years; demarcation of the days by the passing of the feeding tray. Now, in death, I've found my way. The lighted exit nears. The authors of the fables wrote that hell was down below, or so I was told in another life. My child eyes grew wide. Now agéd, this mortal coil constricts around my throat. Surely in these corridors I've found t'was hell where I was bound.
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Cycles Pt. 2
01:08
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Compendia Detroit, Michigan
We are a Metal band based in Detroit, MI
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Grant Lack:
Vocals, Lyrics, Keys
Zach Setzer: Guitar
Andrew Brandewie: Bass
Aaron Setzer: Drums
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