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Ravelled
05:17
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Ravelled in the oblong nightmare
Gleaming through the murmuring rain
With each deluge I drink a river
Trying to drown the world
Vilify my worthless life
Decrepit in the agony
There’s no release
Masturbating myself to sleep
Like starving infants begging for mother’s milk
Writhing for reprieve
Molesting my senses
Sinking under my own weight
Acquainted with riches, but never fortune
Plunging over the cliff’s weeping face
And whether or not this trek is final
Nature never answers
The machine of dreaming
Deeper it carves
Forcing infinite into chambers
Bleed a narrowing enclosing path
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2. |
Prisons Within Prisons
04:14
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Father, killer of all knowing
Bringer of endless births of suffering
Drag us through the rusty nails once again
And breathe that old stench of our slow decay
Building prisons within prisons
Trapped within ourselves in isolation
Time begets growth in these dying cells
The furtherance of hell to here on earth
If this life’s your gift, its promise is death
Wrenching souls to dust in autumn air
Clogging lungs and breaking ribs
Starving the populace to chew at their limbs
And though our flesh transparent and bones in colourless form
Ghouls marching lockstep consigned to history already told
Like giants in ivory towers, we eventually do fall
The demise of all we know and hold
The needled remedy we adorned
Means nothing to anything anymore
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3. |
Excised
04:41
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The silence is fleeting
The surface, shimmering, bubbling
My dreaming birthplace of thought
Corrupted, fetid, by a token god
The melodrama drips from these walls
Excess excised through exercises
From he who spoke in tongues
Shrouded in privilege, but never discomfort
The embodiment of tedium
Raping our laughter to dreariness
But onward we bow to this blood-tinged altar
Desperate wretches thirsting blinding water
Drinking narrow sights that dilate to the void
Draining warm blood from open veins
And as my muscles melt back through the crevices
Succumbed to fleet through that surface
I sink through the objectiveness
To holster a living meaningless
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4. |
The Name of Suffering
04:34
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Here I stand, the answers hold no meaning
Yet I can’t stop questioning
Tonight should be a triumph
Vomited away tomorrow
Pain knells, the crowd swells
An arena choking itself to death
A bleak march bleeding in despair
Slave-ship in cadence fills the air
In the name of suffering
We grind ourselves to sleep
Opening doorways to grey wastes
Never to find the promised land
Bent crushing my weak mind
Blowtorching the candle at both ends
Sober eyes clouded in disillusion
My heart can bear no more
Pain knells, the crowd swells
An arena choking itself to death
A bleak march bleeding in despair
Slave-ship in cadence fills the air
In the name of suffering
We grind ourselves to sleep
Opening doorways to grey wastes
Never to find the promised land
In the name of suffering
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5. |
Wreath of Viscera
04:07
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Caressing helplessness – moving nowhere
But everywhere at the same time
Weighed down by tectonic plates of steel
Forgo freedom, draw in seclusion
I’m lost in the detail as the world passes by
I die a little more with each word spoken
Maybe it floats my ego, maybe it floats my drink
To drown tortured souls, deaden the pain
Time is fleeting, accursed fettered chain
Detach from my aging body to soar through the plains
Behind the revolving door of stars
Bears a bitter opposing draught
Grows moss on my skin
To join brethren in the pits
But to stop and consider what’s proper, I doubt all is proper
Realise it’s all for nothing, plying routes to the great beyond
Slump into the futility of life – a wreath of viscera
Defeat life in seconds, but souls forever
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6. |
Degenerate
05:04
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The years of boiled down sacrifice
Dragging faces against the earth
Condense down to this one moment
Adjudicate my worth
Cut from the stem of favoured ilk unabated
The clans unveil the sham
My culmination castrated
With no fallback ascertained
The judgment burrows in my empty brain
Wallowing in digested remnants
Hiding in the bottom of the barrel
A mere filler for paling hunger
For a ray of light to flint my soul
Banished to exile in a screaming year
Watch the crushing reality of defeat in front of me
If our memory’s our one real possession
We only remember victors
A second son in a second-hand world
Only ever second best
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7. |
Alexithymia
05:02
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The weaving of the lonely – the edge of an empty blade
Stapled together like collages in dimensions of pain
We bleed into each other amidst the maelstrom
Your haze of paranoia my daydreamed shackles
Peel wax off my body – the corpse I drag everywhere
A sacrifice boiled into a crucible of tears
Still flails and howls
Rewarding sadism beyond the sound
Loins lathered in acid
Open wounds
Forged in abandonment
A sealed tomb
I’m buried in sadness
Alexithymia
Arguing with my own shadow I left behind
And here I realise the scalpel tells everything I hold
Death not in suicide, but revolt of the soul
For all the strikes one holds, roars in confines, but whimpers in expanse
Its judgement defeats us an evanescent romance
To tear down the walls that scream
And salve these wounds
A suffocated heart
A life consumed
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8. |
The Blade Draws More
04:41
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Heralding the end of punishment
Left alone again within myself
We escaped confines of inked pools of suffering
To mend into a new monster
Only to discern a distant voice
Mining for past icy wombs
A barbed hurricane wried in chaos
Riding the knife’s edge of lunacy
Entitled to nothing, but screaming for it all
Tearing up our open wounds
These words mean nothing
Writhing snakes and bottomless ladders descending
You oozing pustule
Shit frosting on a fetid cake
Answering them empty winds
Prolongs the torments of human scum
Course the canopy to throttle them
To hell between finger and thumb
And though I live to be eviscerated again
Shearing skin off my body
My words mean nothing
Screams of the dying
The blade draws more
And answers to nobody
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Close your eyes, breathe it all in
Nary a breath of joy
Congealed mucus in my lungs
The backstabbing pains, eyes draw heavy
I’m so sick and tired of being sick and tired
Time is my termination
In the art of my caged existence
Lies a core of utter emptiness
Wrap my bones in bile – make everything feel better
Tap my pain and sell it to the millions
Slogging through this death march
The knuckle-dragging fare
I tire, I starve
Take my energy, take my heart
Bound to barren landscape
Nailed to conformity
In the art of my caged existence
Funeral pyres ring through this concrete jungle
Suffocate this space – make everything feel better
Destroy the mould of me
Let filth waft through the air
Until my final breath
I tire, I starve
Take my energy, take my heart
I tire, I starve
Take my memory, take my heart
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Woewarden Australia
‘In the hands of the creator, I am the nails of every hammer.’
Bleak Atmospheric Black Metal hailing from Perth, Western
Australia.
Featuring past and present members of Deadspace, Advent Sorrow, Flesh Worship and Pestilential Shadows, Woewarden blend pummeling percussion, razor sharp guitar work and piercing vocals to weave a desolate tapestry of torment and despair.
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