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Every Age Divides
02:38
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Lost to waves are our kin
And the fields crack fallow still
Air is scarce and the wind
Tears the skin, tears the brick from our homes
Mercy torn back at whim
Fate and blade at arms-length keep
Far is the God I know
From my heart, my words, from my bones
Maim us
Proclaim us
No more (No more)
Save us
Erase us
Make sure
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2. |
Philip, My Familiar
02:53
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Guess you’ve been getting what you prayed for
Whoever said you would be spared?
You better get him on the table
And prove yourself with this blade.
Go Bless your head with blood and spittle
Whoever said you’d live the day?
Lay down your canvas and ritual
And love thyself, your way
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3. |
Laika
05:54
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I see radiance
(And all) insignificance
Limitations of mankind
And all I leave behind
Above all I knew
And then the happy few
They all look the same from here
Slipping from this tiny sphere
All is burning dust
Rolling in this endless dusk
But I now understand
Free from the ‘progress’ of man.
Now I have seen the end
Panic, flame and fear and dread
Silence come to cover me
The Sun a witness to my leave
Above an Ocean
Under the foot of mankind
Take this tin coffin
(You were) never an Island
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4. |
The Shunt
03:13
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Do we breed?
More than you’ll ever know…
To stay elite
We feed on the undertowed…
Meld with me
And I’ll take everything
The Shunt is free(dom)
Make way engage in our …..bond
‘Slaves’ ‘Slaves’
I can hold behind your eyes
I can change your basic mind
Simple pleasures are reversed
Intertwined; and perverse
Well versed and Divine
I can share all that is mine
Stay, or leave in a hearse
Join the Shunt or suffer worse
Do we feed?
More than you’ll ever know
To stay elite
Our eyes on the motherlode
Meld with me
And I’ll give everything
The Shunt is free(dom)
Make way engage in our binge
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5. |
A Flickering Wick Part I
01:18
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Translation:
A Flickering Wick
All that I know
Came to me under black cloud
Whispering under silent shroud
Gathered at the stone
The quickening of fools gold
The alchemy of salt and soul
Blackened is the meadow
The thickening of time and pace
In treacle my torment we wade
All in my time
I’ve seen continents divide and rage
From sapling to great oak to grave
Now they worship machines
Now they worship machines
But they will not outlive me.
But they will not outlive me.
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Bodach Rotherham, UK
Two piece Riff Worshipers from Rotherham. True Fucking Grit.
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