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Tomb of Giants

from Tomb of Giants by Sól

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Decrepit catacombs made of human bones,
Runes etched in marrow stone,
They speak of anti-matter,
No light shines
Here, the creeping deep.
My burrowed light feeble in its cage.
The light flickers,
Soon dark will feed,
Yet I am beckoned further down.
How I miss the warmth of the sun,
I hold this chalice of abysmal energy,
It's drink coats my throat,
It is a bitter tar.
I am taken.
The tomb consumes.
No reprieve.
No fucking relief.

Pride is torn asunder,
Light devouring domain,
Glory forever plundered,
Lost forever remain.

I lay drawn to fleeting light,
I reach out to grasp nothing,
And fall as many before,
Forever remain in this tomb.

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from Tomb of Giants, released December 7, 2018

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Sól Portland, Oregon

Cascadian Post-Metal from Portland, OR.

"Upheaval" available via Alerta Antifascista & Replenish Records

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