Black Marrow (Remaster)
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There will be no fleeing to shambalah
As the planet spits and swallows you whole
The fallen angels of greed and sin
Have sired more nephilim
It’s the lust for what we can’t have
That does us in
Your digital footprint
spiritual warfare
We’ve got to return to the dark
Slaughter of the stars
If the poles were to shift
Then with a shockwave we will burn
But we won’t even hear about it
Cause the censors decide all we need to learn
It’s not if - it’s how and when
And yeah we could flee but maybe it’d better we’re not seen or heard from again
We had cars that drove us places
And people that bought us food
Stacked the buildings so tall
We called concrete society’s glue
Had a watch that counts my steps
And a phone that listens to me through you
Now I must hold a rite to the earth
Burn a sacrifice to honor the skies of blue
Where I
Learn to
Bind azazel
Bind samyaza
Bind the watchers
Cast them into darkness
No petitions
No forgiveness
And no mercy
Pull the light over the way they’re living
Place a curse on the spirits nephilim
Disembodied in their thirst
Cast a sightless hole for the giants to dwell in
Cleanse the earth of all impurity
A hard reset on the bounds of sin
Use protection when you’re making love
Between demon and woman
So if the planet is dying
We must return to the dark
The only way to save the earth
Slaughter of the stars
This is the great fire of ruin
Puts the watchers to sleep again
Then purge the flesh with shards of naphtha
So I can kill all the gods and masters
Brimstoned forever after
Your digital footprint
spiritual warfare
We’ve got to return to the dark
Slaughter from the stars
And if it’s fire that they want
then it’s fire that they’re getting
As the firmament does fall
It will be -
A technological bloodletting
Slaughter of the stars
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Gates
If I wait at the gate
Then that’s all
That my polytheistic heart
Can take
Safe
You always try to be safe
When I’m trying
To burn through my 3 seances a day
In death
Is where I knead at the breast
until we’re heavy and
Ground-kept
Flesh
Is born of discontent
Then I’m going
To draw salt circles and vent
Green to grey
Covers your tracks
So your shagbark is forgiven
and your garland is painted black
The grimoire gave a warning
Hold silver to your face
Then place your ego in a pit
And if burning all that frankincense
Is reminding you of me
Then quit
Heavy swinging of that sacred axe
Has your rebellion worn thin
And I believe it’s in that moment
You made up your mind to give in
For all the nights when I fail to earn my keep
Stopped pawing your knees
Stopped kissing at your feet
The holy of your ghost rejected my sleep
You’d rather have me sewing the seeds of dissatisfaction
Although I didn’t see
Any of the purpose
You call to god
When it’s time to bleed
Keep the wrong things sacred
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Bastard Archons
Reckoned 7
Made their way
Into heaven
The warden of this cosmic cell
Filled it with earthly delight
That retinue of malevolence
Guards the return to the light
Ready cell awaits
Bastard Archons
Reckoned 7
Made their way
Into heaven
Return to light
Of Yaal Debaoth
Demon of haunting calm
within my frail days
and hallelujahs
that clung so caustically
to my windows
Demon lights up the black sky
with pagan symbols
That which was supposed to bring me ruin
The horror mood
Have to see about mollifying my wounds
But these hopes have gathered dust
On death sentences they rust
A vampiric skulk in which we disgust
And I’m repulsed by your absence
from my tongue,
a part of me once tethered
to the spirit in your lungs
Crumble in your cobweb kind of way
That's because here you need not stay
Don’t want to be
left alone and forgotten
Just want to go back
to when things were rotten
And things were rotten
Don’t want to be left alone
Still pangs on my chest
Where all of my art is forgotten
Things left unsaid
Things left to learn
And all of the earth was rotten
(Yaal)
Daytime gnostics
Worship shadows
Demon of haunting calm
Within my frail days
That clung so caustically
To my windows
Return to light
The black apocalypse
Forever on our minds
So we search for a catalyst
Murder the ties that bind
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Black Marrow (Remaster)
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You used have to sit and watch me shiver
Now gather around as my head house crumbles
and of all the things Baal could deliver
You will ramble, I will rumble
There’s no more wars about all that
draws nine of swords on my shadows
As my presence spinning flat
And hallow
in an effort to forfend my death blows
I sear my fingers black
Merciless and clawing back
This suffocation
Is purgatory
A rumination
Of everything
So focused on all
The subtleties of
Your elevated
Survival instincts
You’d always point out sharp turns I’d make
That’s where your relic began to radiate
Just as I birthed my tenth pair of teeth
You conjure ardor for vegetative state
So I Let the receiver hang
To call upon Baal again and again
But he just lets the phone ring
Asleep to the new government
that’s formed inside my head
If that sense was given permission
To greet the wolf blood that is on my breath
And if your chest could feel the beating
Of the pigs heart that’s living in me
Black marrow
Black -
Black marrow
Into the abyss
Where it’s just that the night never came
Black marrow
Esoteric pit
Where I no longer flinch at your name
Now I’m breaking out the fresh salt
Where I hold the nightly seance
A lull toward the cacophony of silence
Aberrant to the configurations of grief
I sear my fingers black
Merciless and clawing back
Still focused on all
The subtleties of
your elevated
Survival instincts
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Gates
If I wait at the gate
Then that’s all
That my polytheistic heart
Can take
Safe
You always try to be safe
When I’m trying
To burn through my 3 seances a day
In death
Is where I knead at the breast
until we’re heavy and
Ground-kept
Flesh
Is born of discontent
Then I’m going
To draw salt circles and vent
Green to grey
Covers your tracks
So your shagbark is forgiven
and your garland is painted black
The grimoire gave a warning
Hold silver to your face
Then place your ego in a pit
And if burning all that frankincense
Is reminding you of me
Then quit
Heavy swinging of that sacred axe
Has your rebellion worn thin
And I believe it’s in that moment
You made up your mind to give in
For all the nights when I fail to earn my keep
Stopped pawing your knees
Stopped kissing at your feet
The holy of your ghost rejected my sleep
You’d rather have me sewing the seeds of dissatisfaction
Although I didn’t see
Any of the purpose
You call to god
When it’s time to bleed
Keep the wrong things sacred
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