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Formationi Lucis
01:27
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Praesāgium
04:23
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Face down in the mire with a halo of blight.
Permit of existence is bought with the dust of extinguished life.
Days filled with scourge gradually hemorrhage into the waiting maw of chalice.
Empty lives. Willing slaves.
Ichorous blood, swells in the bodies of bloated leeches amongst skeletons.
Empty hearts. Swollen graves.
All shall kneel
To the grand fabrication.
Divide and conquer.
Death makes the martyr.
Enforced neural sedation, diluting the sense.
The auger bores deep in sync with the static, suppressing external consequence.
The chime rings clear, a thousand false truths reverberate a perfect dissonant air.
The broken hope of humankind rests chill on the lips of the butcher.
Heart of the plague, pulsing with every downtrodden maggots stolen compliance.
Orb of blood. Orb of tears.
Born in the ash under the heel, eclipsing the long forgotten warmth of day.
Only lies. Only Fear.
All shall kneel
To the grand fabrication.
Divide and conquer.
Death makes the martyr.
Go.
Oh the truth sets you free, that’s what they say,
but the truth gets a gun to your head as you pray.
A roadside ditch and a shallow grave.
Missing persons report at the end of the day.
Submit
To the grand fabrication.
Divide and conquer.
Death makes the martyr.
Eat your way through the hopeless flesh.
Break the fingers around your neck.
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3. |
Culling Ritual
06:46
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One twin grows, the other wilts. Ascension for the conscienceless .
That which fell deaf never occurred. Autobiographies from the ashes of stillborns.
So comfortably numb, contravention behind the curtain.
Unconscious, unrestricted and metastatic.
Invisible tears, bleach the faces of nameless victims.
Forgotten, voiceless benefactor of this tragedy…
…Those who dare resist the call of autophagy.
Appreciate the anomaly. Sentient commodity.
Serpents pour from eager throats. Venom for the lonely cup.
Marriage with the teeth of envy. Death throws from underneath ten meters of concrete.
This casket is cramped. Claustrophobic, asphyxiating.
I hunger for the flesh of those less deserving.
Suspended in blood, satiated and comatose.
My future blooms like mold from the corpses of my enemies…
…Those who dare resist the call of autophagy.
Appreciate the anomaly. Sentient commodity.
Acceleration. Our transformation.
Association flickering with the flies.
Leaking dreams of light warming their eyes.
Catalyze.
Live as you died, atrophied.
Suicide from within the womb.
Gasping runoff to feed the hive.
Unmatched hunger, verdant tomb.
Drowned in gloom.
The guilt would eat me whole, if I could raise it from the ocean floor.
Cultivating what’s better left unsaid, the darkest attainment of evolution.
Dissolution.
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4. |
22N (feat. Lucka Mantra)
03:51
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Oh! Misery.
Like crawling messengers of desperation inside.
Suffering.
The very breath of living animation denied.
Weight of the world around your neck.
Dragging your body to the depths.
It won’t be easy to forget.
Resist the urges to give in.
Numb the thought.
This vice can guarantee the preservation of mind.
Hovering.
Behind a wall of caustic interference.
The darkness thirsts for what is left.
Deny it with your every breath.
Persevere throughout the night,
Awaken to the warmth of morning light.
Don’t let it leave your line of sight.
Breaking the selfish hands of spite.
The heart succumbing to the blight.
Don’t let it overtake you.
Drown out every voice inside beckoning from purgatory.
Sleepwalking above the flames.
This graveyard of the mind, advocating self-destruction.
So helpless. Rotten within.
This prison is made of skin.
The darkness thirsts for what is left.
Deny it with your every breath.
Persevere throughout the night,
Awaken to the warmth of morning light.
Now! Break away.
Rise from the sea of sorrow inside.
Be reforged from the dust of tribulation.
We rise.
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5. |
The Worm That Walks
04:53
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The sun sets but I cannot rest, oh one I detest.
Racing heart, the adrenaline intoxicating. Sleep easy, my canvas of flesh.
Hollow night, the shadows dance across the window pane.
Prying eyes, that seek your demise.
Tonight would end in tragedy, but no one will fucking miss you.
Eater of youthful flesh
The skeletons in your closet cry out for your blood.
Do I disgust you yet?
Five small hands wield the hammer. I’ll be their instrument of vengeance.
Coward.
When I’m done, not even the flies will want your corpse.
Look into my eyes and tremble.
Feel my hate. The child inside is the child that died.
This is the cellar where innocence drowned.
Ashes to ashes, shit to shit.
Kneel the fuck down.
Paralyzed, and yet still able to feel everything.
Hopeless cries fall onto deaf ears.
Close your eyes and pray for death, and see that your God has left you.
Eater of youthful flesh
The skeletons in your closet cry out for your blood.
Do I disgust you yet?
Five small hands wield the hammer. I’ll be their instrument of vengeance.
Writhe in agony.
Flayed out for all to see.
Crushing bones and breaking will,
You’ll die inside before I get my kill.
Begging for life so helplessly,
the irony isn’t lost on me.
Tonight is made of every bitter repressed memory.
Mouth full of shit as you choke and bleed, swallow your teeth if you want to fucking breathe.
Eater of youthful flesh
The skeletons in your closet cry out for your blood.
Do I disgust you yet?
Five small hands wield the hammer. I’ll be their instrument of vengeance.
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6. |
Nihil Sol
05:36
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Grant me eyes, for I am blind.
Eyes inside to cease the light.
Accelerate impossible theory.
Echoes of nerve and soul.
Chilling hand of ablation
Cascading deeper,
Grating on the mercury shore.
Lift me up, relentless vibrations.
Mar the unwilling flesh.
Parasites dance like knives across the edge of actuality.
I have died a thousand times, it gets easier every night.
Grant me eyes, for I am blind.
Eyes inside to cease the light.
...
Catatonic, leaching miasma.
Fetid purpose breeds behind the retina,
Unfurling the septic gospel.
Catalyze the hollow existence.
Break the shackles tethered to this suffering.
All that is me.
Sever the thread.
Embrace the void...
Make me whole... Make me wholly nothing...
Nothing...
Grant me eyes, for I am blind.
Eyes inside to cease the light.
Words that writhe erode the mind.
Flies inside to serve the blight.
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PhotOmega Fernie, British Columbia
PhotOmega is a collaborative music project from brothers in metal Richard and James Hutchinson.
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