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lyrics
I'm running out of places to hide. I hear the whispers of the spirits in the back of my mind. I've gone a year without sleep. I don't want to wake up just to find them hovering over me.
Blood on my fingers and wrists, and I've just sewn up my lips - binding me to these cold silences. And how much of me is left? Are they controlling my steps - guiding me to the place I will rest?
Black root and black vein, pulsing my life away.
Seven ply the void, twilight holds dusk, eternity.
Invoke the ancients' voice, slake every thirst, eternally.
Crack and pry, ink leaks from my eyes.
They're probing at my failing mind. I see the leaves crumble, wither, rot - allude to demise. Starving for my nourishing body, they hover above; circling, waiting to consume me.
Carrion spirits, they're picking my mind clean. They're always hungry and they feed on my memories. And I'm carrying curses, and all the weight of my longing - they ease the burdens that are constantly crushing me.
This hearth of sorrow has become my refuge, ancients paint beautiful illustrations of recluse. I'm longing for a drink, from the cup of greed. Bones are piled in a totem right in front of me.
Exegesis, of everything I've held within.
My nemesis; I feel them crawling in my skin.
Crack and pry, the ink spills from my eyes.
Give in to midnight, come lose your way. Your mind will be hollowed out, your skull thrown away
Surrender your will to us and we’ll make you free. We know what just you crave, we’ll give you the key.
The Augur's Clock ticks with each reverberation of wings. Seven shadows, within, without, covering, descending into me.
This is what I wanted all this time; they siphon out the images that were burned in and plaguing my mind. The ones that I project into the sky. My holy liberation; my self-righteous degradation.
I can’t escape the faces that taunt and torture me, bubbling up and forming open wounds like mouths; in a slack jawed grin.
Speaking tongues, my tongue can’t even form a sentence, I’m slipping and stumbling deeper as they sacrifice my consciousness.
Give in. Come lose your way. Surrender your will.
Black crows peck at my innards; I've given in, I’m not perceiving reality.
Face down, deep in the marsh, I’m left vacant and absent of memories.
Terrified of my reflection, I gouge out both my eyes.
Even my own phantom has rejected me this time.
Scalding metalcore from Spain, “Where the Waves Are Born” swings from clean to growled vocals over blindingly intricate fretwork. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 19, 2023