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The Sabre
02:49
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Buy a new future
for the conflict machine
Bury the past
and a chance of reprieve
Of violence inflicted
Of misery in spades
Chained to a life that's more like a grave - more like a grave
The dust never settles
as we shuffle forth
In the fetters of toil
and the fetters of war
Conditioned for distrust
Control and sorrow
Wide eyed and slack jawed
into the hellmouth we follow
we follow
Gather the bones - gather the spoils
One and the same - they are one and the same
The prophet of snakes
sell a vile credence
The litany of tyrants
they sing us to war
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Ruination
03:01
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A body decays
and dreams of collapse
Of burning days
and harrowed nights
A body laments
Under fractured skies
It dreams of chaos
Of fear and demise
Our ruination
Our downfall and shame
Nothing remained
Untouched or unscathed
Our desolation
Our plague days of hate
Nothing remained
Untouched or unscathed
Nothing remained
Nothing remained
Nothing remained
Untouched or unscathed
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Disasters
01:59
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Hung from trees
Defiled in their vision
The decree of command
An acceptable loss
An axe to the neck
A blade to the lamb
A rope for your sins
The edicts of holy men
The hammer - The nails - You suffer
Surrender - Submission - You suffer
They sit by the wolf
A scribe and a prophet
A vision of hell
Scratched out in the filth
What’s left of your faith?
The hammer - The nails - You suffer
Surrender - Submission - You suffer
the worst of it all
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4. |
Ritual Anguish
02:45
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Against the howl
I am a shallow keel
And unforgiving winds
in this barren sea
Against past sins
and youthful shame
Just let my bones sink
in this gulf of waste
Against the ebb
against the flow
The ritual self-made,
In the well of sorrow.
Against myself
and holy spite
Just dredge my body
through this night
Against the howl
I am a shallow keel
And unforgiving winds
in this barren sea
Just let my bones sink
In this gulf of waste
Burning the day
Devouring the sun
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5. |
I Am Wrought
02:33
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I am wrought
In the absence of light
Sunk in the black pit; forgotten
I trudge for centuries through this night
In the absence of light
Sunk in the black pit; forgotten
I trudge for centuries through this night
I am wrought
I am remade
In this hell
In this pit
In this tomb
Stripped of voice
Stripped of sight
Of reason, of choice
I am wrought
I am remade
I am crushed bone
and endless
In this foul beast
I keep a flame
I keep the time
Their numbers and names
Their numbers and names
I keep their numbers and names
Their numbers and names
I keep their numbers and names
A sparrow song
In the absence of light
Sunk in the black pit; forgotten
I trudge for centuries through this night
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6. |
Nervous System
01:06
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Nobody forced your hand
Keep your excuses and ‘what does it change?’
Why one - not the other?
I'm sick of hearing ‘animal lover’
You'll never have me convinced
it's ‘a personal choice’ or ‘convenience’
Just another pale excuse
It’s sickening
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Fatalist Manchester, UK
Blackened Post-Something Heaviness.
Email us at: info@wearefatalist.com
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