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Hecatomb
05:50
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Lyric by Rahn
Prod on past pillars, pale and vaulted
Each clad in ceremony, slaves exalted
Proceed to the pedestal, and there halted
Chattel, cattle, lamb, man—innocents faulted
With scepter gilt in consequence
And draped in mail of confidence
A king in errant quest of providence
Stays the soft command of conscience
With keening mouths and scaled eyes
A restless flock of grim surmise
Would glory fail at first command
And rend the veil that lies ‘twixt beast and man
Blade upon bone upon blood upon blade
Beat ploughshares to swords, beat a path the grave
Bone upon blood upon blade upon bone
Flesh in the fields, our bodies’ seeds sown
Antler, horn, tooth, and claw
Sutured to flesh for war
Bled by the doyen and
Fed to the gaping maw
Blessed and bathed
Fitted and flayed
The living depraved but
One hundred souls saved
Blade upon bone upon blood upon blade
Beat ploughshares to swords, beat a path the grave
Bone upon blood upon blade upon bone
Flesh in the fields, our bodies’ seeds sown
Swept from the altar, drained offerings
Eyes wide with starlight, mouths blossoming
The gloaming fades as he, gorged and red
Ascends to his throne, oblivion to wed
Blade upon bone upon blood upon…
--Hecatomb
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Phlogiston
03:51
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Lyric by Rahn
The stone of fire and shard of flame
The demon’s heart too fey to tame
Twisted gate and fallen shapes
Devil’s jape and bloody cape
Enshroud a fragile mass
Soft but sharpening
That but a breath would rise
Upon a shadowed wing
Exhale the fire
Inhale the flame
Element of power
Invoke its name
With hidden words unraveling
The fraying weft now free to sing
Between the air and earth
And caught amidst the seams
Errant embers of the sun
Erupt in radiant beams
Piercing the dark divide
Take the folded key
And with it--abandon earth
Exhale the fire
Inhale the flame
Element of power
Invoke its name
Collapse, combust
Calx emerge from ash and dust
A crown of rust
Wrought to sate his jealous lust
He’ll laugh and spurn
Human arts never to learn
From air to turn
Fires that forever burn
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Famine's Host
05:16
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Lyric by Rahn
The stars portend a barren fall
The rains withheld in parched thrall
Another harvest dissolved into dust
Our only reaping the bounty of rust
On sickles, scythes, and plows withal
Defy the drought
Refuse the plague
Deny the parasite
Resist time
Famine’s host stands assembled at our gates
With bloated banners and tattered fates
Bestial hunger flanked by ravenous thirst
March through fields fallow, naked and cursed
Oh, but past this mirage--paradise awaits
Defy the drought
Refuse the plague
Deny the parasite
Resist time
March,feed, march, bleed
Left, right, Theft of seed
March,feed, march, bleed
Left, right, Loss of need
Our walls collapse our cities crumble
Our crops decay and prayers are scorned
But ether-cleansed and shroud-adorned
Before his eyes we lay, humble
We shed our skin beneath the sun
Our lungs, our hearts, and minds excised
Purified, our souls revived
We’ll be interred and become one
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4. |
The Descent
01:26
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Fading Flesh
04:46
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Lyric by Muxlow
I deny
The need that breeds
Gluttony
And adore
This form I seek,
So skeletal and withdrawn
I aspire
To be the weak
Suffering, sick, forlorn
And one
Among the few
To attain a perfect truth
I require
No sympathy
No pitying
Or your tears
For what I was
Just look what I've attained
I inspire
My devotees
To worship me
And let go of the hold
And chance achieve
This wasted grace
And we all adore the fading flesh
Ring the bells! — Master rises from his slumber
Ring the bells! — Time to gather, gaze in wonder
Ring the bells! — All to witness transformation
Ring the bells! — Skin and bone, the last negation
Greedy flesh has been defeated
Barren pulse
From amongst ourselves
We find our next guide to fade
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Brazen Bull
05:18
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Lyric by Rahn
Perillos-- this gift is noble, unbowed
A gleaming bull wrought of brass, proud-browed
His broad and bright breast, hollow chest, an amber blazon
His shoulders strong, and, lo, is not his bellow brazen?
Let them burn
To ash return
With flesh and wood and flame he’s fed
His smoking breath as sweet as lead
The scraps of his feast blaze-borne
Black bones for pale wrists prize-worn
He breathes
They bleed
He yearns
Foundry, forge, and fiery womb
Sulfur, sweat, and singing tomb
Yes, my son, you’ve pleased your king
And now for me his song you’ll sing
Perillos…
Let them burn
To ash return
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Vore
05:16
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Lyric by Muxlow
All that once lived is dead
All that survives will die
Nothing inspires such dread
As the Nothing we all leave behind
We run in terror to hide, to live
But we're running down a dead line
Into the maw of a beast poorly hid
Gorging itself on our lives
The eater of all…
The end is the same for all
And we all fear the same end
The black empty silence that culls
All living things fresh fat to rend
It’s so fragile a thing, this life
So fleeting and easily spent
Falling to the swallowing jaw
That feeds on all that’s ever went
The eater of all…
eater of all…
Can we ever satisfy the vore?
Behold—The Vore!
The eater of all…
The Vore!
All that once lived is dead
All that survives will die
The spark of all life is struggling to light
While the beast grows more black on our....
Death
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Hibernis Rex
07:20
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Lyric by Muxlow
O!
At the autumn’s end
When the last leaves fall
Sunlight begins its slow
And retreating crawl
Ever to bow
Scrape and defer unto
The greying skies
Over our heads
Hark: The clarion call, harbingers of hoarfrost
Come the wintering winds
Behold!
His entrance, grand
His subjects stand
Mute, frozen and pale
All await his cry
His seasonal sigh
O’er the withering land
All the peasants pale
Shivering, mad from
Starvation and fear
And he, with frozen claw
Demanding of all
His tax of cold hunger pain
Greenery gone, the sun sets at dawn
Gloom has set into our stories and songs
Frost on the plains, scarce is the game
A chill in the air that no fire can tame
Autumn comes cheerless, the terrain is bleak
Our footsteps falter and grips have gone weak
The rivers are frozen, the shadows are long
It’s only December--so much has gone wrong
We are the frozen chosen
Months have gone by, many have died
They cannot be buried, the rite is denied
None have we eaten, in spite of our want
Eye sockets hollowed, our faces all gaunt
Rats in the grain, children in pain
Hunger and fevers and frostbite again
Fingers run black, numb to the blade, that
Cuts off the waste that the winter has laid
We are the chosen frozen
When will come a savior from this pain?
Ostara!
She arrives
To battle her old foe
The horse she rides
Is battered but she glows
With warmth and light
She salves our wounds with hope
Her sword is sharp, her arm is strong
She cuts the grey king low
Ostara!
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Lyric by Muxlow
Cycling waves of violence
Vortex of our mindlessness
Mute before us, blind and deaf,
Rotted corpses bear witness
Raving Ouroboros storming
Adversary without warning
Can not see his enemy's
Defeat is but his own
Darkness driving darkness as our hearts intend
Darkness driving darkness to our bitter end
Here lies a miracle, it’s
Wasted, wasted, rotted through
Everything is coming down
Madmen claim and tarnish crowns
Debasing ourselves, we lie in
Burning homes waiting to die
Conflicts of the opulent
Glory to the malcontent
Cancer of all good intent
Tragedy is never spent
Chaos spirals all around us
Mass extinction bays and hounds us
Until boastful Doom announces
“Fear not—now I’ve come for you”
Darkness driving darkness as our hearts intend
Darkness driving darkness to our bloody ends
Here lies a miracle, it’s
Wasted, wasted, rotted through
Everything is coming down
Madmen claim and tarnish crowns
Debasing ourselves, we lie in
Burning homes waiting to die
Darkness Driving Darkness…
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Wintering Chicago, Illinois
Wintering is a Chicago death metal band featuring past and present members of The Living Fields, Cairn, DeathCult and Witchcryer.
For fans of Bolt Thrower, Amorphis (old), Sentenced (old), Morgoth, Autopsy, etc.
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