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Harmony in Ruin
05:06
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Corrosive clouds have festered the air.
There’s nothing left but pests and despair.
Our monolith of prosperity was laced with extinction.
Contorted remains, twisted and maimed, now roaming lands.
It whispers of death, twisting the soul.
Implanting the seed of its host.
That repurpose bone and distort the form.
Metamorphosis, indifferent, pure.
A terminal breath spewing infection from within, spreading a necrotic haze.
Invoking the end of humanity as the signal is spread, our calling to unify or die.
This beacon of stone, obsidian, cold.
Amplifying the song of its host.
To resonate, and defile the soul.
A mutation, rampant, engorged
A call of the void, deceptive and old.
Spreading the gifts of its hosts.
To gather the flesh, to make us whole.
Convergence its ultimate goal.
From where the starlight decays down to crimson invisible waves, the brethren's hymn reverberates. Demanding all bodies integrate.
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The Vermin's Secret
03:30
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The city’s cathedral stands vacant and grey.
But theming with rodents under every nook.
Streets veiled in silence.
A desolate wind propagating a stench from the gutters,
where something ferments, oozing from sewers below.
The liquids seep as a crucible breeds pestilence.
Our mischief congregates at night, scheming under pale moonlight.
The vermin holds the knowledge of what happened to the dead, but a pest keeps its secrets.
That is unless you barter with some of your own.
Rats emerge from every crevice, crawl out of every hole.
The dark of night gleaming with eyes.
Now is the time to speak, reveal thine offering, will they accept it or feed?
Let the rats reveal the passage to an altar of the damned where they’ve gathered all the bones,
reducing them down to a black, contagious broth.
They bestow onto thee a whisper that reeks of pestilence.
Consume the liquids where we brood.
Allow our fleas to suck your wounds.
Go to the docks and head toward the moonlight.
Now carry our secret and forward our bubonic gift to horizons beyond.
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A Persistent Threat
02:48
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Prostration. I feel the thoughts degrade, the vision blur and surroundings fade.
Focus. I must remain awake, if awareness slips, I’ll let it in.
When the noise displaces light and dilutes the time.
That’s when the darkness calls, scraping its claws.
Movement restricted to a flicker of the eye.
Petrified under a crushing force of ill.
Its tormenting whispers, a hymn of dread.
Come to me where it's damp and cold. Where the shadows grow teeth and terror ingests the soul.
My persistent threat, a hazy silhouette with words of venom and the scent of death.
With a rotted grin and relentless stare.
No matter where I go, it’s always near.
This abscess of the void, it is my parasite of mind.
It never lets me go, always lurking out of sight.
Immobilized by fear, an oppression that confines.
My torment never ends, will I make it through the night?
Now you will be mine until the dawn is here.
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Lair of the Blind Ones
04:10
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Deep down the foulest of pits dwells a race exiled from the light.
Atrophied eyes since long lost their purpose.
Muffled drums underneath the surface.
All new settlers beware.
They’ll know where you are as long as a pulse is beating.
Fly, run, get away, hide.
The line fades from the sundial.
Leave any stragglers behind.
When the darkness sets they emerge.
All you settlers beware.
The cover of Sol is all that keeps you breathing.
No one will heed the desperate cries of a primate as it's dragged further down the lair of the blind ones.
Their succulent stench thickening the air of the caverns, hollowing out the Lost Land’s masses.
As they’re carving away, toward the heart of the planet. Polluting its blood and hacking at its veins.
Corrosive cinder spewing from numerous lesions that won’t ever seal alas there hides a fault in the balance.
An infection at the core of existence itself.
A remnant from its birth.
An umbilical cord channeling malice from the warp, feeding gangrenous sores.
Oozing pestilent flesh that’s seeping through the void.
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Gravecrawler Stockholm, Sweden
Extreme Metal act founded in the suburbs of Stockholm in the summer of 2019, with the musical intension of mixing the groove of the old-school Swedish Death Metal scene and the atmosphere of 90's Black Metal, with just a touch of Slam-like grime.
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