tiernan ^▿^
Christmas really came early for me...
I buy an already cheap bundle with an excellent album, and you go ahead and add in another CD??
Really a lift I needed man, thanks for your generosity!! 10/10 album
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Accidents of Chance
03:36
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Accidents of chance with no definitive purpose. Persevere with bliss in total ignorance. Chaos breeds creation and thus has all been wrought. Spewed forth and forgotten. Discarded to rot. Oblivious to the insignificance shared by all. No ambition only instinct. Effects without cause. Accidents of chance with no definitive purpose. persevere with bliss in total ignorance. Passing through the fire pure. Taking the chance to be reborn. Randomness deciding given form. Humans and insects both of the same swarm. Unfulfilled and eager to return. Cleansed in ash to emerge clean. the windows of rebirth again reopen. Accidents of chance with no definitive purpose. Persevere with bliss in total ignorance.
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Hematophagous Hunger
03:33
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Unsheathed proboscis boring into exposed flesh. Six needles burrowing probing for a vessel. Gorging full of blood. Water separates expelled. Salivating in the wound to keep the stream from clotting. Moderate not.. Feast until bursting. Hematophagous Hunger. Vector of disease. Bite transmitting parasite presenting with cold and fever. Destructive consumption.Thinning Populations. Track the living's scent. Location of her target. Hosted to a blood feast by giants sent retreating. Given away by carbon dioxide. As long as they're still breathing, they've no success in fleeing. FEED. Moderate not.. Feast until bursting. Hematophagous Hunger. Gorging full of blood. Six needles burrowing. Salivating in the wound as sustenance keeps flowing... Destructive consumption. Ectoparasitic nuisance. Thinning populations to yield viable youth.. Vectors of disease that mature in the liver. Enlarging the host's organs and malforming their unborn. Destructive consumption by an ectoparasitic nuisance. Thinning populations to produce viable youth.
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Royalty
03:54
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One of thousands chosen before birth. Born special destined to mature. Prioritized and groomed to rule. Heavily spoiled in larval form. Emerging from pupae with fully developed wings. Taking to the sky for one nuptial flight. Filling her spermatheca within the swarm of alate drones. Storing enough genetics to birth several generations.. Tearing off wings to mark royalty. Within her royal chamber an empire is laid. Pushing out an endless brood to enact her imperious crusade. Limiting rival colonies. Enslaving their competitions offspring. Because there can only be one.. Within her royal chamber an empire is laid. Pushing out an endless brood to enact her imperious crusade. Growing ranks. Strengthening her reign. Until a successor's chosen and the cycle begins again.
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24 Hour Lifespan
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Insects swarming crumbs of bread. Pushed into a 24 hour lifespan. Burning the candle at both ends. Eat, mate, survive another hour. Numb to the unknown that comes after. To go on is to suffer.. Another day another life to lead; the last one discarded and forgotten. From where one leaves off. Dictated by instinct. Spreading my seed and pacing through the same steps till death.
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Cracking the Chrysalis
04:44
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Increasing ecdysone production. The time has come to move beyond. Body prepares for complete transformation. Hardened in my chrysalis. Deepened meditation. Secretion on caspases fills the rigid exoskeleton. Breaking apart insides. Musculature liquifies. Dissolving cells and organs leaving essential formations. Liminal cells no longer dormant; mapping the form of resurrection. Melting within my skin. Emerge from my own image.. Cracking the chrysalis, extended wings block out the sun. A new form arises achieving ascension. Cracking the chrysalis, extended wings block out the sun. A new form arises achieving ascension.
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Living Cogs
09:25
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Plucked from the cosmic fabric; a pawn. Laid on the board and put into play. Animated in vain to attempt a game that cannot be won. Numb to aspirations beyond the confines of this burden. Escape is all that I dwell on. The finish line always before me. maintaining distance just ahead. So many ways forward. So little correct. Ultimately leading to plateaus of dead ends. Crack loud the whip to drive them upward. Flying in circles headless. Soaring ever higher towards the sun as it blinds. The pyre within burns brighter than the light shown by reason.. From the bottom of this pit the way forward is up. Trusting my insect wings to take me higher. only to extend to deeper trenches. The disappointment does little to deter. I'd plunge again to death before I rest my feet on the bottom.. To climb without end is the ultimate goal; focused on nothing other. Every rung advanced in endless ascension. May they drag me further from the wormhole.. A once distant roar of flame grows nearer; now deafening. Consuming all that it touches instantaneously. Living cogs of the social machine. Manufactured as products to burn. Pushed along predefined paths. Gently guided on into the fire that we all feed. For such is our purpose; to drag our broken bodies to the engine. Pushing ever higher into all healing warmth of prestige obtained. Reaching the nest that rests the sun past dawn. A great fire ignites within me setting blaze to all I left below. Consuming all that it touches. Blinging heat numbs my eyes to the old ways. Welcome reprieve from the sensory onslaught. The stress upon me far to great to sustain. So shall my corpse not bear the heat then let it burn me to my core. For I will not go back choosing instead this fate of combustion..
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Behold your plastic contagion. Numb to time and the elements. Now watch as you bow before it involuntarily. The electric desert beckons. Searching for answers not meant to be seen. The deeper one digs the more mud is flinged upon the already dying fire. Forced to hollow senses by an omnipresent force. Moving among us unseen yet always advancing. Stealth; it's chosen mode of action. With great cunning and wit shaping the world in its vision. An ever tightening grip with intents of strangulation. It needs no eyes to track your movement. It needs no hands to crush your throat. It needs no tongue to destroy your ego and it has you where it wants you; under its control. The black hole fixated on. Unable to divert one's glare. Drawn in; distorted. Losing all sense of eusociality.. All seen. Every waking moment. No refuge from the unblinking eye. All fear. All paranoia. Destroying the chemical make up of the hive.. Molded by the poltergeist. Wiped clean. Molded by the poltergeist. Wiped clean. An empty ball of clay. Moving among us unseen yet always advancing. Stealth; it's chosen mode of action. With great cunning and wit shaping the world in its vision. An ever tightening grip with intents of strangulation. It needs no eyes to track your movement. It needs no hands to crush your throat. It needs no tongue to destroy your ego and it has you where it wants you; under its control.
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Rigid Body Death Lock
04:38
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Consuming all dead. Across the land it grows and spreads. Infinite spores releasing. Propagation of the species. Using the flesh of victims carried higher.. Behavior grows erratic. Hosting the parasitic. Influenced by hyphae. Compelling to march ever higher.. Directed upwards by an infected brain. Hunting conditions considered perfect. Jaws clamp shut and lock into place. Infection spreads.. The summit is barren with rigid body death locked. Separated thorax flowing free with cordyceps.. Carried by wind it bores itself into my kin. Growing horns. Spreading death. Mummified metropolis.. Through every poor at once erupting. From every head a fruiting body. All life replaced by rotting corpse with brains converted to push out spores.. The summit is barren with rigid body death locked. Separated thorax flowing free with cordyceps. Growing horns. Mental oblivion. Abusing the corpse for reproduction.
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Parasitic Legions
05:29
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Onslaught of knives, constant behind me. Parasitic legions multiplying rapidly. Haunting every corner of every dwelling. The escalating white noise forever grows more maddening. I've watched their faces melt away with no mask to hide behind. Misshapen and vile malintent stands personified. Patrolling every corner of my every haunt. Cauterize their severed heads before more of them spawn.. Eyes wide in a hive of foes, to bend is failure and to break is death. With sharpened blade and senses honed I sever myself from the coursing poison. Vision doubling. I welcome the blindness. Invincibility in waves of adrenaline.. The hands that guide the clock have slowed their movements. The days are passing faster as the seconds grow slow. No use to fight it. My lifelong enemy. Feeding on me only once i've reached the bottom. Oh fertile foe, why must your offspring haunt me. Like weights upon my ankles making strained my every step. Endless opposition of self fulfilling origin, with I and I alone to end this by my hand.. Eyes wide in a hive of foes, to bend is failure and to break is death. With sharpened blade and senses honed I sever myself from the coursing poison. Hearing that tone; a kettle's call to action. Deafening in it's drone. Demanding release of tension. This battle is already won.. Oh fertile foe, why must your offspring haunt me. Like weights upon my ankles making strained my every step. Endless opposition with inhuman persistence. I'll stop you even if I too must end.
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Corporeal Gaiden
07:37
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No glory.. My failure cemented. My usefulness has ended. All I had already given. They took all that I gave. Betrayed by the hands that built my legacy as they conspire to dig my own grave.. Coated be my lungs in the dust of ages. High on the past, the moments start to crawl. Crushed into incoherence. Crumbling beneath the weight. Anticipating slow painful descent into abhorrent fate.. Riding the death spiral. Doom is inevitable. Degradation of tissues that plagues all living vessels. Bound within time's law. Hopes to be invincible. With expirations looming that drag us all back to the soil.. Break me down to my most basic components. Cleansed by fire into the finest ash. With sweat and blood be I reshaped in mud, to rise again in bodies much diviner.. Death is just a consequence for being inadequate. Scared weak and unequipped to face the horrors of existence.. This place has boiled in my blood for as long as I remember. Evaporated into nothing never to return. Blinded by the soot that cakes my eyes. Cognizance dissolves as do my prison's borders. Shall I vanish so shall this dimension. Dragged into the vacuum left in my wake. Corporeal gaiden. A footnote to time. Pure chance. No reason. No glory..
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Scenario A: Conclusion
02:14
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Estuarine Tampa, Florida
Nomadic extreme metal originally from Tampa, Florida. Experimental technical blackened deathgrind.
