
Date of issue: 24.10.2019
Record label: Prosthetic
Song language: English
Salvation Rite |
The rivers turn to spite us |
By slowly feeding us poison |
The sea spits at us debris |
On which it’s slowly choking |
One by one, the beasts and creatures resignedly turn to exit |
This plain which every second |
Is less worth the fight of saving |
I wonder if the animals know something’s wrong |
At least the ones we haven’t enslaved |
I wonder if the animals know something’s wrong |
Do they think that they are to blame? |
I wonder if they have stories |
Some bautifully written lore |
A tragically uselss explanation |
Equal in delusion to the religions of men? |
Liminal: |
The start of the insurrection |
The inevitable hurtling chaos |
The slowly dawning realization |
Of the ardor that faces us |
Liminal: |
The absurdity, the terror |
The reluctant understanding |
The actions we must make |
Would be deliverance and cessation |
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Black Cloth | 2015 |
Like Smoke into Fog | 2019 |
A Colony of Fevers | 2015 |
Strike Again the Hammer Sings! | 2017 |
Held in a Lunar Synthesis | 2017 |
A Thought, Ablaze | 2017 |
Island of Cannibal Horses | 2017 |
The Abyssal Plain | 2017 |
Fire Sermon | 2017 |
Emptiness Beneath the Great Emptiness | 2017 |
Future Perfect Conditional | 2017 |
The Ceaseless Arbitrary Choice | 2017 |
A Litany to Cowards | 2017 |
Wild Fire, Pt. I | 2021 |