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Void Mass Revulsion
05:52
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Aeons of immortal deluge
Destroyed by elements within
Crucified is the hologram of tetragrammaton
Upon the division of cerebellum
Death shall serve the blood and flesh together
Programmed to not remember
A prison of current that never stops
To whom is reserved for the blackness of darkness forever?
Death shall serve the blood and flesh together
(Sagar Solo)
Lost is the key to this vessel and the aether of time
Buried somewhere in the constructs of external parasitic swine
Death shall serve the blood and flesh together
Programmed to not remember
A prison of current that never stops
To whom is reserved for the blackness of darkness forever?
Gaze into the fog of a husk interned sun
Interdimensional expansion lusting for control
Eclipsing the memories of a reality drawn to rot
To whom is reserved for the blackness of darkness forever?
Death shall serve the blood and flesh together
(Michael Solos)
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2. |
A Martyr...
01:17
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(Instrumental)
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3. |
...to Never Awaken
07:55
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Lifeless phenomenon
Observe the worm in ulceration
Betraying the corpse of time,
As a martyr to never have awakened...
Oneiric mirrors reflect
Thoughts in obsolescence
Hollow sockets of sight
Bleed annihilation backwards
Aborted in a sea of contortion to beg
Stretched upon the limbs of ulcerated
Cursory as a shadow of befoulment
Gorging on its own shape and form
This is not free will
If there is no death
Perish now in your own worship
As a tenant in the vacuum of daath
Yield in your being of naught
A delusion of creation
Betraying your own existence
Am I a god of doubt…
Or a serpent of void, in the inferno of human frame?
Lifeless phenomenon
Observe the worm in ulceration
Betraying the corpse of time,
As a martyr to never have awakened...
This is not free will
If there is no death
Perish now in your own worship
As a tenant in the vacuum of daath
Yield in your being of naught
Come now and bow before the spectre of your own spite
Edging toward the exile of your existence
Condemn yourself in the fires of your own damnation
As a martyr to never awaken
This is not free will if there is no death
Perish now in your own worship
As a tenant in the vacuum of daath
Yield in your being of naught
Am I a god of doubt…
…Or a serpent of void, laid to waste?
In this inferno of human frame
A delusion of creation
Gorging on its own shape and form
Bleeding annihilation forward
As a martyr,
To never awaken...
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Living dust, lusting for blood
Reinformed, in the revelations of agonies to come
Existing cosmos is held captive
In the fevering cauldron of blood and flesh
Crushing visions veil the blind as torment unwinds
Endless is this internment
Excising faith
Transform serpent into flesh
Living dust, lusting for blood
Reinformed in the revelations of agonies to come
Blessings of breathing inversions
Aum in distortions of abyssal ruin
For he who lurks in the form of man
Is a recreation of spiritual bloodshed
Wretched, Ominous, Hex
Yahweh, Ba’al, Osiris...
Genocide shall be raised in his name
Yahweh, Ba’al, Osiris
Genocide shall be raised in his names
For he who lurks in the form of man
Is a recreation of spiritual bloodshed
Wretched, Ominous, Hex
Yahweh, Ba’al, Osiris
Genocide shall be raised in his name
For he who lurks in the form of man
Is a recreation of spiritual bloodshed
Yahweh… Ba’al… Osiris…
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Those That Dwell
07:08
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Oh, great disease of old
Never stop becoming
He who comes as many
In the body, the bone
The animal, the strangled inner glow
Repulsive apotheosis multiplies
Exhuming an apparatus of apparition enshroud
Those that dwell...
Thrive in the outermost of contagion
As a being unaware of
Being constant or being void
Hexed vacuous portal
Grounded beneath the innermost disillusion
A stellar outfit of pestilence, hangs below
In a coliseum of fever
Hail the worm inside the hole
Blood-primed and manifest
Zero becoming whole
Repulsive apotheosis multiplies
Exhuming an apparatus of apparition enshroud
(Michael Solo)
Infinite parasitic abhorrer
Inhale the fumes of your former selves
As the venin of sepulchral fire
Is siphoned from the blood of repulsive apotheosis
Hail the worm
Oh, great disease of old
Inside the hole
Never stop becoming
Blood-primed and manifest
He who comes as many
Zero becoming whole
Those that dwell
In the body, the bone
Are he who is lord
The animal, as a being, unaware
The strangled inner glow
Of being constant or being void...
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Pyrrhic Salvation Richmond, Virginia
What started out as an experiment in sending tabs online became a studio band across states. Started by Michael Altobello and Sagar Nadgir in 2015 and soon pulling in vocalist Chrisom Infernium, a few tracks were eventually recorded. We aim to take a raw, imperfect approach to a genre that prides itself on mechanical perfection, and simply do our best in emulating our own influences. ... more
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