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Yet no noble feet could walk the thirsty fields
Or riot with the wretches in some solemn skin
With crippled kin in tow wielding barren dreams
The race you call vermin gathers yet again
They grapple with disease
They crawl for your greed
You empty the vaults
Of spite that beggars belief
You offer no reprieve
Neither silence nor sleep
Their defeat you deem
A fait accompli
Let recollection take a tender part
Assuage the raging tortures of their hearts
Still the wild tempest of tumultuous grief
And pour the godly nectar of relief
Gods of the desert, Gods of the Sun
Gods most silent, Gods most unkind
Prosper the suffering above the ground
With the will to be violent in ways profound
For painter and poet did conspire
To portray them in shame and ire
Strength lost upon the seas
With all distress known and felt deeply
Let recollection take a tender part
Assuage the raging tortures of their hearts
Still the wild tempest of tumultuous grief
And pour the godly nectar of relief
Gods of the desert, Gods of the Sun
Gods most silent, Gods most unkind
Prosper the suffering above the ground
With the will to be violent in ways profound
Yet no noble feet could walk the thirsty fields
Or riot with the wretches in some solemn skin
With crippled kin in tow wielding barren dreams
The race you call vermin gathers yet again
Let justice remember if history forgets
Prevail for the living if tomorrow we’re dead
For we will withstand these mortal pains
And to our Gods immortal anthems raise
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Sons Of The Moribund
06:09
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Weary sons, your day arrives
A day dripping with old world blood
Your father's overhanging demise
Begs a ritual, asks a pointless exercise
To come to terms
To eulogize
Oh life
Is yours to define
By-and-by
The day arrives
Oh death
Is yours to realize
The absence of warmth in his words
Speaks to how deep he's died
Your father rots where he once throve
His blood shirks the iron it once knew
Vilest heart
Songless mind
Oh father
Sleep you must
Slandering tongues
Heir apparents
Oh sons
Pray you must
Oh Lord God, why have you forsaken me?
Oh Lord, that I must be at the mercy of all this greed ancient...
It rains, it pours
Its spoils and its horrors
His years profound
And dark and hard
The voice, the host
Of progress and ghosts
His years profound
And dark and hard
Verily through a songless time
Of flaying all he dared to love
He whittles right before your eyes
His widow broken where he dies
This onerous name
Remains his stain
Our very life
Not ours to define
To end the sound
Of broken vows
Our father's death
We've realized
And tonight his blood
It toils no more
And the scorn he spun
It turns no more
And his sons and their sons
Will surely bury him
And into their dreams
Will surely carry him
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You should know
Before I scatter my seed
I was born of a foul man
Whose doctrine is my speech
Our history is red
Our darkness is rich
We authored the tragedies
That sought many a man
On this our land
What God damned
We made stand
My flesh was tailored
In the malice of arcane song
These hands bred widows
And crafted solemn homes
My father and I
We hosted the Plagues
And served them our kin
To devour and appraise
Oh tell me;
What disease have I driven into your womb?
Like foulest father, like foulest son
And our deeds won't be undone
Has your light my darkness undone?
Will it redeem my firstborn son?
Oh tell me;
What disease have I driven into your womb?
But oh my eyes
Dark and bright
Receive the night
Turn a lustful gold
To a murderous hue
The tale of tribe
Lay of your land
Receives my seed
From that great deep
Of bleak design
The child to come
Yours and mine
Receive this life
Eyes closed to us
The sour past
Ours is a plague that procreates
Your womb bears witness
To this tragic event
I tremble with knowing
Upon your light
All for nought, all for nought!
The darkness we serve was never kind
My firstborn will surely be blind
Surely, surely, surely!
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Bloodshed and other particulars of tyranny
Draped the scenes of our national affairs
And mine was the spirit
Where shadows etched their names
Drink deep of this well
And thy violent will be done
In the Vale as it is in Hell
Upon nobilities serving none
Fearful hands thumb my codices of sedition
Imprisoned in every valley
To think one could outlive the regime
And bury the heirs to thievery
Alas, such happiness isn't for me
Drink deep of this well
And thy violent will be done
In the Vale as it is in Hell
Upon nobilities serving none
The bile of souring climes feeds my throat
And I hail decay and praise collapse
Son of the moribund; my darkness is endless and deep
To think I could outlive the regime
And bury these whores to imperialism
Such happiness isn't for me!
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5. |
Terminus
06:58
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All of whom
Have failed in their quest
Feign concern
At the passing of time
Their cruelty depicts
Acts of worry
The burden lifts
From their shoulders too late
They are violent to themselves
One night's disgrace
A lifetime's complaint
In this sturdy hour
Hope here lies shaken
Where dreams are confinements
In this sturdy hour
Oldest regret sustains
The depth once within
All of whom
Have failed in their quest
Feign concern
At the passing of time
The loss and the ruin
Again and again
In discourse that extends
The silence again
(silence again)
They are violent to themselves
One night's disgrace
A lifetime's complaint
Choices made
To entirely expire
Vanish and forget
Violently retire
In this sturdy hour
Hope here lies shaken
Where dreams are confinements
In this sturdy hour
Oldest regret sustains
The depth once within
Too late
(again and again)
Too late
(In discourse extend)
The burden lifts
(silence again)
Too late
In this sturdy hour
Hope here lies shaken
Where dreams are confinements
In this sturdy hour
Oldest regret sustains
The depth once within
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6. |
At Evolution's End
08:04
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We stand proud at evolution's end
We stand proud at evolution's end
Once we believed
Thus we achieved
Mouths to soon force-feed
Lungs from whence to wheeze
Of men concerned with grief
Over that muddy house of dreamless sleep
They attach the pain to the skin
Miseries to misremembered scenes
Once we believed
Thus we achieved
Drained the plenty-cup
Earthly wounds won't heal
Hands that crafted kings
To honor the greed within
The great days of yore we hold
To that all consuming fire
And the trite words you'll sing once again
Like the whore you and your mother've been
And the seed that you sow once again
For the war you and your father wage
And the light inside all decadence
Poured o'er the soulless expanse
We stand proud at evolution's end
We stand proud at evolution's end
And the light inside all decadence
Poured o'er the soulless expanse
It was bright; shades of heavenly death
The end of all ends had commenced
Once we believed
Thus we achieved
Built our concrete tombs
Capitalistic doom
Nations inventing strife
Upholding the demiurge
Oldest regret sustains
The depth once within
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Vale Of Amonition
Vale of Amonition is a doom metal band out of East Africa; formed in Uganda, molded and shaped in Kenya. Drawing from traditional and extreme doom, the band has been able to fearlessly forge a wholesomely dark and intense stance covering three full length albums and two EPs, underscored with tribal menace. ... more
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