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MALIGNANT
00:59
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CATALYST
02:41
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Myopic nobody
Befitting medicine
The catalyst frothing at your lips
Wounds coalesce
Vessels dilated
The pursuer able
I need but a trace
My skin is flushed
No words will be uttered
The air awaits the revulsion
Cast aside
Brought to the knife
Life denied
For those who cried
Cast aside
Brought to the knife
Life denied
For those who cried
The splinters of bone littered the cracked slabs
Pummelled out of existence
No more can you spew your falsehoods
The blood inhabits the ground
And to begin once more
No longer a part of you
I wipe my brow of your loathsome remains
A break in the clouds
And my frame emerges unscathed
I cleanse myself of these violations and grin
Knowing that there's one less
Piece of shit
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3. |
INQUEST
01:38
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Conscious shift, self doubt
Abandon resolve
Conscious shift, self doubt
Abandon resolve
The hate finds its way back in
Equanimity dissolved
Will be the gavel be cast or the fall of the axe
The judging stares of the well adjusted
The old canards resonate again
The foul concubine murmurs
Shameful inquest, mordant applause
The assemblings of the elegant all leave their appraisal
Too predictable, destitute, irredeemable, classless
The act of the jilted vassal is so dramatic
The act of the jilted vassal is so dramatic
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4. |
BONEFARMER
02:51
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Fuck them, blood night
The inaugural cut on their flawless skin
Flesh rich, pure strikes
The galleria at the surgeons whim
So abruptly, nothing feels wrong
We are all brought to the same level
When they cry, so assuring, I've made no bad decisions
For once everyone gets their turn
Flailing around, like their favourite performers
Their limbs pirouette, detached from their bodies
No return for the weak minded
Confront me and see your true standing
Always carried by the arms of others
The vast miasma barely held together
Endless hoarding, while we had to suffer
Never blameless, no test will be tougher
The final prize, the opulent man
A bloated symbol of supposed winners
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5. |
THE CAVES
02:53
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The primeval tormentor who cannot think of yielding
His leer unmatched even by those who were inculpable
Spirit breaker of the saviour
The rays piercing and boundless, no concept of virtue
From the foundation of the world for me to inherit
Spirit breaker of the saviour
Our works and words will condemn us
No flesh will be justified in the undeniable
It pursues me waiting for one slight abberation
Far superior in its persistence and perfectly concealed
I dare not present a counter for I was clearly born to fail
Even if we can move in the herd, our fate will not chanage
It lures us inside, our jaws clenched and the teeth grind
The cave walls echo with the sounds of frightened sobbing
Its trophies pile to the ceiling
The pugent odor fills the nostrils
I hallucinate that there is a better place waiting as I catch my physical form being dismantled
So this is how it feels
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6. |
INFINITE ABYSS
02:01
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No meaning, no truth
Just here to avoid despair
No prospect, no use
We can just end it here
In death we are denied our context
Pointless are your little moral whims
Your plans to change everything are made in vain
In time they will return to their natural state
In death we are denied our context
Pointless are your little moral whims
In life we don't give a single thing
Brief passing from the eternal void
There is simply silence
Utter and absolute
A just universe wouldn't tolerate my existence
Man is garbage
Man is garbage
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7. |
PYRE OF TUSKS
02:05
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Each time I awaken nothing changes
You wouldn't know that there's a hellfire outside
Maintain, persist, endure
Must keep the cogs turning
Ignore the fatigue that clambers round my bowels
The droning can subside
The strong and silent type
Nothing of concern to me
A new lesion appears, I can still go on
Maintain, persist, endure
Still I keep the cogs turning
The conflagrant forest burns, i'm sure there's a thousand more
The old passages give in to rot, there were no lessons on there anyway
There were no lessons on there anyway
Each time I awaken nothing changes
Pay no need, go back to sleep
We've seen worse than this
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8. |
THE OFFERING
02:53
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In this bag the prizes of war
I cast a shriek to any deity
God where in hell are you
I can gain access to the tombs of the unbelievers
Just stop the pendulum from swinging, suspend the ruin
It was in your design to be surpassed, admit it
In my hands the offering of ascent
The goats throat has been slit and the body burnt whole
All I see is a lord of cowardice
Worlds asunder, no gods rage
No creation, just a series of mistakes
Worlds asunder, no gods rage
No creation, just a series of mistakes
I await your wrath, anything to feel alive
Nothing screams back, can't see a reason why
I await your wrath, anything to feel alive
Nothing screams back, can't see a reason why
To think they wrote texts on your acts of cruelty, it must have be a lie
I stand felling the tree of life, the only sound that remains is the spuming of blood
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9. |
A VERMINS END
04:35
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They parade me around in chains
The ritual to sentence years when we've only got days
One can only laugh when the affairs are so absurd
Nothing can be considered wrong when the lines are blurred
I gave the vermin the easy way out, no dread and no panic
Just their pointless life snuffed out
Yet i'm trapped within these walls
Loathed by all who have encountered me
As far as rats go, there's no difference between you and I
But at least I have a chance to witness the vermillion sky
To see all of your arms linked like the very shackles that hold me here
To see you atop the bridge but you're ensnared just like me
There is no escaping this
They rampant seas baying for another person so credulous
You've gained their attnetion, lead by another priest
Oh the things I should show them
So who is really free, as you're stuck inside a beacon
The light would make me blind
Begging for release and running from no one, I could only offer tranquility
So as you slip on down the stones, into the raging foam, rather you than me
Cascading towards the maelstrom, the foolish hounds behind you
If god was real then he'd make the tide take them
As their bodies begin to surface, suddenly it all seems worth it
To watch the zealots meet their end
I slump back down, to inhabit the ground and be pummelled out of existence.
The vermins end, turned to paste to begin again
The vermins end, all your creations down the drain
The vermins end, the fate of all good men
The vermins end and so the rot will descend
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Monolith Devon, UK
Monolith fuse relentless aggression and a cold atmosphere to create a uniquely impassioned form of modern metal tied to a conceptual narrative spanning their discography. Using each album created to showcase and explore varying forms of the genre. 'Hornets Nest' - their latest offering and the first of three planned releases for 2024 is their inquest into blackened hardcore. ... more
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