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Playing Dead
04:15
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Lying still. Playing dead.
In hopes not to be found alive.
The marrow of my bones, a fill for to stave off natures heavy price.
“Is this all I am?”
A thought that echoes in my mind.
So many came before me yet, we all still fucking die.
Flesh to flesh.
To be mortal.
In the eyes of the serpent, no concept of morality.
Yet, we do not blame the locust.
There must be taking in this world.
Predation and the prey.
Predation/prey.
Is this the structure of my nature?
Is it a god to be served?
Or a demons whisper in the ear of man?
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Duplicity
03:45
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Standing atop the dirt.
Soil, the compounded weight of death.
Matter compressed by time
and through the dirt to rise again.
The unceasing cycle.
There is no ascension.
Wingless in our pursuit.
Wiped clean by deaths hand.
Innate. Organic.
The will to survive.
As though we’re blind to the spilled blood of lifetimes.
And so it goes on, the dichotomy of nature.
Seemingly opposing forces.
The giver, the taker.
We romanticize that which gives life and we demonize the undertaker.
Does the serpent deserve to die?
We all bleed down here.
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Stretched Until We Bleed
02:39
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Suffer a nightmarish hell.
Puking the vilest. This virus excels.
Fickle, this life that we hold.
Barely breathing as your blood runs cold.
Drown in your fear, it’s all that remains.
Lighting the nerves of your flesh as you wane.
I am the taking of all.
Incarnate of pain. The rise and fall.
Suffer, as I have suffered.
I am the very face of god.
Lighting the nerves of your veins.
Peel them apart as your consciousness fades.
I am the will of this earth.
Breaking and beating you back into the dirt.
Suffer, as I have suffered.
All as it should be.
You will die by my hand.
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Ritually Cultured
03:25
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Eat them all.
It is my nature.
Longing for death.
Serpent in my veins.
Begged to refrain.
Eat them all.
Their cries fall upon deaf ears.
What does it matter?
What is the matter?
A world of substance and matter.
The snake in my veins.
Adhere just to refrain.
A world.
My world.
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5. |
Cling to Dust
04:14
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I give un-to thee.
Flesh to the flame.
None shall stand against me.
Ash rains down
and litters the earth.
Objects of scorn
to hell through the dirt.
Who shall stand?
Who shall stand against me?
A fire in the night
A fight for your soul.
Go in to the dark.
A cold in your bones.
Unto the will of this world.
Withered and wasted, your carbon returned.
The iron in your blood
to take forms a-new.
It’s merely the cyclical way of the truth.
You will die. You will die like those before you.
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Graveslave Minneapolis, Minnesota
Graveslave is an extreme metal band based out of the Twin Cities, combining influences both modern and old school for a unique and visceral sound.
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