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Deep and wide expanses Oceans of sorrow Fallen angels Break their backs upon the stones Mountains made From piles of human bones Emerging from scars Pointing up to the stars This new species makes their debut Surviving on remains of hell Their hunger quelled They step on new shores Is it the same as before can they be more What’s left of us Spectres of the succubus All of us whores Trade in gold Bodies engorged Reaping what we’ve sown Kill and eat Eat our own Blinded by the glare trauma begins anew Like humans do Infinite chances Bloody boils to be lanced A crib made from a crypt Time tried its best But still it slipped Mesmerized Eternal knowledge Internal violence Story told again Arisen Spreading Abhorrent Conceited Pick Up the stone Place it through your neighbor’s crown Why would god keep this kingdom We force nature to Serfdom No need Overwhelms Our only legacy is to force our young to bleed They turn their rage on us Animus left delirious Species ripped from their homes Leaves gaps in the genome Filled with toxic sludge Generations of dealing grudge
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Fetid Rivers 06:56
Melting; slowly washing away Prepare; the body for ancient Decay Here first A world to reclaim Nations of microbes Fly under all flags Crawling; They’re numb to the sun Stabbing us so the wounds won’t heal Burning; New rotten homes, while we Scale upward; Call it industrial growth Heavy machines; undeniable needs Take it all with no heed, no consideration For the signals, we’ve been sent All the warnings, all the time We won’t wake up yet Gardens; Returned to fight Oozing broken time Only mourning left Skin hanging in jest Gasses; Now keep us dead Virus; Large scale existential threat Extinction we refused to answer the call Likes rivers flooding, restart small Heavy machines; undeniable needs Take it all with no heed, no consideration For the signals, we’ve been sent All the warnings, all the time We won’t wake up yet Trapped; In quiet ice Our doomsday, microbes the reapers Gasses; Now keep us dead Virus; Large scale existential threat We freed them; A living weapon Hope the very few enjoyed the gains Of their suicidal aims The thing we could not kill Usurpers of heart and will Looking down; the barrel of a gun the ax’s fall; has already begun Feasting, Their reward 100 thousand years In bitter cold Disease rife with stone age mold Disease so strong and so old Human corpses cellular gold

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released March 14, 2019

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Korey Krause and Michael Schaub
2019 Evil Gnome Records

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Court Of Beasts Neenah, Wisconsin

Sludgy doom seasoned with black metal and honk sauce

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