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Haunt the Hearts of Men
05:08
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All the past we’ve gotta leave. Gotta leave behind. Woe to those you couldn’t see the turning of the tide.
Let’s plant the seed that grows the fruit of revenge.
Or be the band that scores the song of the end.
Unknowable loathing that haunts the hearts of men.
An exaltation of that deep wound to mend.
All we thought we were going to be we’ve got to be it alone.
Nerves grow thin inside of me. Purge the rotten throne.
Every hand you ever held in joy and in pain must be released
from your grasp. Break the rotten chain.
Menaced. I was menaced by birds. A long damp tentacle.
Menaced. I was menaced by words. A cold sharp obstacle.
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Monomyth
05:23
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One untamed frontier can beget another.
A call so crystal clear my warrior brother.
Time to arise and shake the nations.
Abyss in your eyes reflects revelations.
Monomyth. Soldiers of fortune. Cast off this hideous cocoon.
Hear the sound of sorrowful old lamentations. They echo in the night, attended only by cloudy constellations. Enter the cave and butcher the haunted deer. Pluck every feather from the wings of fear.
The performance of miracles. Drag me through the hottest coals.
At the garden gate there I will wait for the performance of miracles.
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Arteries of Wrath
06:06
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We destroyed that earthen treasure that predates the Iron Age.
It gave us carnal pleasure. We broke the enchanted cage.
Crabs that crawl from oceans deep. With a lust for blood they
sideways creep. Trust no claw or shell of red. Millions of years
they've wanted us dead
A timeworn man full of bygone piss tall as a tree lets out a hiss.
“Accidents befall every size of fool. Sure as the sun: shellfish will rule.”
Crabs that crawl from oceans deep. With a lust for blood they
sideways creep. Our planet fell from far beneath. Digest within stomachs of teeth.
The twilight of our age. End of the world.
Uprooted family trees. Forsake the leaves.
Imprisoned in skeletal bars. Confined within.
Erased from the stars. Never thought of again.
The extinction of greed. To have no more. To be no more.
Arteries of wrath will bleed. And bleed. And bleed.
I am the man who married the moon.
She carries my child in her frozen womb.
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Into the Outroverse
04:16
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Wings of the world. Allure unfurled. So worn away. Gentle decay.
They carry me over every sea. To the cosmic gate. There I will wait.
Enter Outroverse. Free of mortal curse.
Melt me into stars. I will seduce Mars. Into outro.
The omen shown on fearful eyes. We’re not alone. Proof in the
skies. Disciples of night gaze through glass. They thirst for the
light of burning gas.
Legions awake. Make no mistake. They search for you.
My hand to the plow. Up until now it tilled so true.
Kings of the Earth destined for rebirth.
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Goblins
05:04
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Immortal harpies howl with a rotten stench.
From hell's bowls you can smell the scent.
The magician slew the witch without pity.
Her strewn guts pointed to the city.
Shadow bearer blacken out your lucky star.
Son of the dawn pours light in a jar.
Dethrone the serpent as it sleeps.
Make way for the parade of creeps.
Ride your horse over his corpse.
Tenderize his cruel insides.
Pass the goblet this way. Drink the rust away.
The chanting of the priests. It’s fear will soon increase.
Venetian wind is kicking in. No sorrow will live in him.
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Filthy Mirage
06:33
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A haunted, ancient amulet clings to a amputated head. Carve shadows through the empty air. Carve shadows in every crooked lair.
I was born old. My fate was foretold in every ugly song that the dull sing. I am here to desecrate every ounce of your eyes with every shaky blink that the dumb wink.
Brought forth to Earth through a filthy mirage.
Built gross, my birth was a violent barrage.
Nothing is sacred and no one is safe from the swinging mace.
Sight of the swing back.
Sanctity has ended, chaos embraced. No one is sacred and nothing
is safe from the swinging mace. Sight of the swing back.
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In Living Memory
04:39
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The night the stars fell in living memory. A horde of fiery birds bathed Earth in revelry.
And I’ll ride the last aerolite throw through death’s holy sacrifice. Collide with everything in sight. Caress the deep space of night.
There is no land for us beyond.
The sound of a great war dance. Prelude to every spear. The love
of a lost romance. The birth of every tear. The sound of a great war dance. The siege of every ear.
Just before the dawn all heavens burned.
For the ugly sound all ear canals yearned.
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A Dying Thing
05:52
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The hawk falls from its lair, plunging fast.
The crow calls out a prayer “Lord, let it last.”
An aged crook, last of a dying thing. Tethered to Earth with
foul string. They clap their hands. They lift their heads to sing.
Half-world inhabitants floating free.
Blind to the torment that fastens me.
Their hammered gold and gold enameling.
Gruesome devotion to all that is fading.
So set upon this ravaged effigy.
So set upon his vicious memory.
Fastened to the strongest animal.
Let us waste a floral enormity.
Release his grievous tooth filling.
Depart the daily dream killing.
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DRYLAND Bellingham, Washington
Dryland is a band that writes heart pounding heavy metal riffs alongside lyrics that immerse the listener in an epic, fantastic world.
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