1. |
Provenance
07:58
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In that strange place
of burnt-out lost memories
of scattered hollow remnants,
bleached by long forgotten days
never rotting, yet slowly sallowed
unanswered inquisition dripping
with molten faith
shapeless
nothing without observation
formless energies
elicit the revival of something
ruleless spirits
staring through the open doorway
to endlessly return bearing creation's
death and provenance
in that strange plane of burnt out caustic strife
of fallow dreamscapes that verge upon the anticosmic
boundaries beheld without coherence
ashes wrought without flame
iridescent apparitions
that fold upon themselves
over and over again
in the hidden hollows
where cold things sleep...
let them rise again
and resurrect
before a chosen few
endowed with a cemetery grace
pulled from the shadows
shapeless
nothing without observation
formless energies
elicit the revival of something
ruleless spirits
tearing through the open doorway
to endlessly return bearing creation's
death and provenance
creeping shadows sweep the land like arched daggers,
or jagged bursts of intermittent razorteeth
biting down upon their prey
the screams of twisted clarions spilling forth
as withered bones reach up from the ground,
reanimated by the fiery resolution of an unknown source...
in the conniving eerie twilight, down in the garden,
salt is sown by the hands of devils
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2. |
Salting the Wounds
04:04
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unending darkness reaches through the void
to create and to destroy
unaswered pathetic derisions reflect
against the awfukl flory
indelible, the monument is hoisted
inthe abscess of discordant conflit
as hungry gather with arms raised
skyward
into the ashen rain
and locust swarms
wishing perdition
or gleaming consequence
blistering forward and on once again
backed by the sharpest blades
facing the curdled damnation of voluminous treachery
in caustic shades
into the ashen rain
and locust swarms
wishing perdition
or gleaming consequence
salting the wounds
salting the earth
usurp the moon
curse down the sun
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reality pulled from the depths
of strained perception
under the glare of ancient fires
at the crossroads
of logic and paradox
a stranger awaits
beneath the overpass
buried in a grim den of refuse
a one-eyed dog crooks its head
not all is lost to the void
a sliver
of the crescent leers
from above
reaching to the surface
through psychic fog
an insight to pierce this refuge
reality pulled from the depths
of strained perception
under the glare of ancient fires
at the crossroads
of logic and paradox
for now and till then
who let you in?
what led you here?
left awaiting in the dormant to down
curseful insights
spilt from the gutters
where truth distorts the light
a bold retelling
that fell in twisting threads
of gnawing doubt
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4. |
A Grand Deception
04:18
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gradually all was dead
as noxious screams last
cold as the wind
rebounding in self-perpetuated scars
that punctuate the still-born morning
hollow as a gunshot wound
devoid of knowing
the past evaporates
in a shroud of serpents
Bow before the Idols
who carry the bloody seal
of the reaping crescent
crying out from searing depths
that were meant for you
to receive and know as truth
the only faceless warmth
you will ever know
a grand deception to rival the world
all that will remain
gradually all was left
death passes by,
blood unbled
a cracked grimace
in a granite face
as distant laughter echos
from a place unseen
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5. |
Initiates of the Flame
04:57
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clear the way
for the stainless wraiths of steel
that cut against the grains of time
led by mangy snarling beasts
following the feel of an insight
that seems ancient
who carved the forge of blood anew,
who burned alive with every gnarled sense ablaze,
benighted in their nocturnal fealty,
a ripping tide of flames,
and eviscerating horror
malign provisions
distilled in the pits
that feed maddening trepidation
becoming ever clearer,
clear in their foul composition
bound by a phantom unity
through the attrition of thousand weary dreams
possessed to bear that glorious obsession,
for the wicked fount opens like a hissing grave
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6. |
Bereft
04:16
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fleeting cuts caught from the edge
of faculties exposed
submersed in the daily torment of a world below
entering the crushing wake of the twisting serpent
a rushing torrrent of debasement and disease
a smiling skull and a wreath of roses
caught in the tireless spiral of obsolescence
at the corner of every shaded avenue lurks a figure,
stalking the dark horizon
a rotting self-reflection projected to the present
from a place bereft of what was shared and cherished
no elegance is left to be afforded.
no great shelter of relief.
for the broken bones that carry the weight,
a certain fortitude that will be gleaned
resides in the coming tribulation,
the conflict, and the will to strength
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7. |
Septicemia
04:09
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ascending the bitter twilight curtain
bearing teeth painted of glistening rot
in twitched and broken elation
celestial ticks goad the accursed
captive before wells of secret murk
elected by the crackling ebb of injured blood
scaling crooked walls that breathe out
in near silence
starving release from the earthly
exuding whispered fragments
descend - writhe bedecked
descend further below
and suffer its disjointed wilt
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8. |
Ekpyrosis
05:49
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Finality is howling
calling to draw the ragged curtains
in hurrying conclusion
overhead and downwind
where infernal conflagrations
enlighten trepid hearts
sown of the holy phantom
as disfigured shaded mimes
bow and disappear
who is left held to attention?
when all that what was known
burns before the evermore present
shadowing the constant throb of decay
that has risen
ultimately to undermine its own foundation
to never mourn what's past
or grieve the forgotten
an effacement cutting clean
through celestial marrow
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Idol of Fear Ontario
Black Metal from Canada.
Formed in 2011,
they have independently released 3 full-length albums.
TRESPASSER
XI.III.MMXXII
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