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Zone / Tunnel
11:01
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Spell of crippling fear
Bound to the womb, we are pacified.
curse these branches and abort its seed.
Volition ceased.
There is only flat lines of acquiescence.
Spell of crippling apathy
Bound to the womb, we are pacified.
May we live beyond the fence
Away from this deprivation of our very essence.
The tunnel stretched in darkness.
Sorrow of war echoes,
Deliverance narrows.
Claiming our sovereignty, they hunt us relentlessly.
We are fired upon,
They hold such malice.
For those we've lost,
We carry your fire.
For those we've lost,
We ignite your flame.
We travel light yet we carry the most heavy burden of renewal.
The old world awaits the reprisal of its forgotten lore.
Outside - we run beyond the fence.
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Transference
09:59
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We hold fire.
It is dim yet it leads the way.
And their blood flows through us.
An enshrined altar guides.
Bury our hands in the archaic ash
Piece together the tarnished stones.
Claim the path.
We the carriers of old divinity
Wield suffocated flames,
Yearn for connection to the land.
We are the wick of our forebears.
We have become strangers to our own land.
The flames burn low, so we gather close.
...And yet fire burns.
Among this fortress of trees is a cold city
Those of a bound body and mind are taken quietly.
The flames burn low, so we gather close in the woodland.
The flames burn low, so we gather close where fire burns.
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3. |
Fireblood
00:49
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4. |
Kingdom
10:19
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Like streams we dissolve from quiet hills.
Carving the hardened soil into a valley of groves
Pillars of Earth reaching for the heavens.
Bellowing cries pierce the lost kingdom,
Our throats torn and raw
As we scream with vengeful tongues
Their words were silent
Now revealed we sing retribution for our most elder kin.
How could we cover their tracks in such vain?
These seeds sowed deep
Great sequoia sprung
Rich, bearing majesty
This labyrinth is left behind in this dead world.
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5. |
Upheaval
11:10
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Giants wake to conquer
Lands break from their forces
waters rise to violent skies.
From the mouths of celestial wolves a thunderous dirge is howled
Listen now, heed this well:
All of man's desecration devoured in the upheaval of all things.
Shut your eyes as flesh melds
The sky churning all life's bane.
May man's work be left undone
May the mother be unburdened.
All is silent in this nothing
among the black gold birds soar from nihility
Talons bring forth light.
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Sól Portland, Oregon
Cascadian Post-Metal from Portland, OR.
"Upheaval" available via Alerta Antifascista & Replenish Records
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