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Death's Consumption
04:26
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Corruption slipping through the wood
Feel the stones scrape away the earth
Poison seeps through the waters of rebirth
Tyrant among
The wilds
Seeking power
In feral planes
The death within these tombs
Adds a taste to the air
Breeding the cycle that blossoms toxic flowers
Twisting inwards, spiraling into the sky
Spreading spores among the clouds
Blackened skies
Burning fires
Sacred trees
Turned to ash
The ebb and flow
Thrown into chaos
The death of the moon
The death of the sun
Death's consumption
of our lives
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2. |
Ensnared
04:28
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In circles i wander these plains
In circles i wonder where i am
These weary eyes beg for sleep, but if this light burnt out
It would mean the end of days
It is the deceiver and destroyer
A crux within my heart
That which gives momentary breath
Just to take it away
I never leave this wretched place
Its hold on me grows stronger every day
Gather wood to feed the flames
Tattered soul doomed to fade
A song incoherent to my ears
Drifts in through the cracks
Sanity dwindles with each passing day
It fades with the sun
My body grows weaker
For I've sought my demise
Thou shall not dine off my back
Nor shall anyone imbibe from my sweat
I am worth more than mere hours
Worth more than the garbage i produce
It's here i go to heal
It's here i go to die
It's here i go to feel
It's here i'll go to die
In circles i wander these plains
In circles i wonder where i am
These weary eyes beg for sleep, but if this light burnt out
It would mean the end of days
It is the deceiver and destroyer
A crux within my heart
That which gives momentary breath
Just to take it away
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3. |
Needing A Hand
02:51
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Bear the weight
Of oppressed minds formed to one
Shed your sanity
Host the sorrow in your head
I can hear
The voices everyday
I just want to let it out
To understand the pain
Im running out
Of room to breath
Burning alive
Inside and out
The bloody thoughts
Leak out from my eyes
Wiped away with brittle bone
Trapped by constant trauma
I'm running out
Of room to breath
Burning Alive
Inside and out
Plagued by ceaseless
Visions of the past
Moment's gone
Memories remain
I am haunted
The fight carries on
Waging war with my enemeies
The fight will carry on
I just need a hand
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4. |
Bodies
04:31
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The fall of the Aryan race
Resides within our tattered hands
Take the heads of our oppressors
Hang them high for the world to see
We will take our freedom by any means
Cut out the tongues that feed these lies
Your master race is nothing but cowardice
Chauvinistic racist with nowhere left to hide
A bloody end to this fascists plague
Hung from hooks throughout the mountains
Nazi bodies piled high
Non shall see another day
Nazi bodies piled high
Racist scum will die this day
Crawling
Your blood splatters the floor
Your time's run out
Blade across your fucking throat
Laying
Breath your final breathh
Feel the chamber load
Bullet through your fucking skull
The smell of fire engulfs the air
The ideas of racists turned to ash
Fell every single monument
Death is the only option
For your horrid pathh
No sorrow for your loss
You'll rot inside the dirt
The only throne you deserve
Banished from existence
Choke upon your words
Your hate has gone to long
Guillotine upon your necks
Trampled through the mud
By the Antifascist storm
We'll tread upon your hope
Roast your precious flags
Placed inside a brazen bull
I'm lusting for your screams
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5. |
Nazi Die (DOOM)
02:10
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ARID Chicago, Illinois
Misanthropic crust punk/death metal 3-piece from Chicago, IL
Anti-Human, Anti-Fascist, Anti-State
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