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Bask in the white light of sterility.
No harm, no foul, no soul.
No heartbeat, heartbeat.
Pendulum is tipping.
No center to hold.
The Hateful bathe in the blood of the bold.
Tucked into bedding like a body bag.
Tongue fills my mouth like a gag.
Gorge rising uncertain.
Sleepless, staring at nothing.
Self loathing, unworthy.
Head throbbing, pressure crushing.
I am the first.
I am the thirst.
I am the curse.
I am the worst.
Fuck, I am the worst.
Sinking.
Bask in the silence of obscurity.
No harm, no foul, no soul.
No. Don’t speak. Don’t speak.
No clockwork is ticking.
No spirit is left.
No foolish hopes remain.
No will. No depth.
Revelation.
Intention.
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Machinist! - The Nail
03:23
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I am a dog.
Put me down.
Erase my name.
Don’t mark my grave.
I am a dog .
Hateful hound.
I am Jesus and you are the nail.
Shadows, clouding the path, straining the thread.
Forced hand, pushed to the edge, there's nothing left.
Bind me, carve my sins in my skin
again and again.
The grave is my cradle,
and I have been raised.
There is no fate except what we make for ourselves.
Draw the curtain down.
I will drag this whole world down.
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Silence upon the snow
As above so below
Blood boils in the veins
What secrets to gain?
Winter rose hold thy tongue
What is done is done
Abrasax come to me
So I may see everything
Whispers hushed upon lips
The noose and tongues do slip
What may come after this?
Vast endlessness
I wandered where the lights grew dim
I wondered what had become of them
Seven: Our numbers thin (chitin blood and bone)
Destined to be alone again (born of wretched spawn)
The wolves are howling
The horns are calling
Seven sirens
The frost is falling
From under the shroud of flesh
They shed their ruse of skin
Stolen beneath the depths
Abomination begins
Torn from the realm of dusk
Praise be to Atargatis
Forget the begotten one
Forged in fires of lust
March me towards Asphodel
Bury me at thy feet
Not in this watery hell
Not in this brackish sea
Upon these hulls of rot
Repaired by skillful hands
The ship worms feast their lot
Lost to the eyes of men
Penumbra of a god
Blocking out the sun
Taste of the blood divine
Taste of Leviathan
Itch oh ye mortal lungs
Abandon death where life is done
No qualms here among
The lonely aeons
Birth of the drowned one
Howls of the wolves are gone
Swollen, cold, and blue
Dead eyes see anew
The omen sign is traced
Uponst thine shrouded face
Take your place among
The words of the siren’s song
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Dead Hand Georgia
Sludge / doom / post-metal from Middle, GA.
We've done splits w/ Machinist!, Shroud Eater, and Repellers. Releases by Nefarious Industries, Divine Mother Recordings, Third I Rex, and Southern Druid.
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