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C.O.S.M.O
01:07
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2. |
The Bastard Of Burden
05:32
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once more, the floor falls from beneath us
slipping to oblivion
and flips above our heads
blemishes become our devices
we're not soaring
just ascending into the concrete
and testing our capacity
to poison the dirt, sweet
so flee to the farthest corners
try to taint a new start
plummet through the dark
to the beacon that spells kop'n graa
surrender your inhibitions
to floating in the abyss
searching the absences
for order amiss
all this time searching
the aim futile and ruined
the bastard of burden
to see how tyranny nurtured
laid out before us
another gift squandered
poisoned and tortured
for the call of compassion
the spectre haunts above all
the men who turned gods for the fashion
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3. |
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stasis in oblivion
a daunting prospect
for a haunting project
the necessary venture
a path winding distant
for the dreaming insistent
collective unconsciousness
live there for eons
exist beyond time
collective unconsciousness
survive maniacally
feeding on empathy
collective unconsciousness
slip and succumb systems slumber within our
collective unconciousness
laying with instruments aside them
digital relics with purposes spent
and those who once used them lie withered
self proclaimed martyrs of dissent
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stasis in oblivion
a daunting prospect
for a haunting project
the necessary venture
a path winding distant
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4. |
Cold Space
03:41
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5. |
The Bone Rattler
05:11
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laid in the lap of everything
you're surrounded by the possibilities
on your whim, bare your heading, jettison sensibilities
you're engaged, its ongoing
autonomy provides answers
collective greatness was never bestowed upon us
it was the passion we asked for
and all it could provide was the steel cold
steel carrion taking towards the stars
the only god they know, of war lies in the chasms dark
feasting on the galaxies fruit lain forth divine
seeking preservations on hypocrisy malign
youre surfing, you’re cruising
don’t worry about
temporal bruising
the illusioned flight cackler
shaking under the pressure from
the bone rattler
its taking off and crushing down
its dragging back and pulling round
the bone rattler
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6. |
P.R.O.T.O
04:00
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no wants you round here anymore
no one wants to stand it
you turned the beautiful vacant
into a space stagnant.
jubilee for a planets crowning
our gifts form round it like a swarm
let this be our only contact
our debris left at its door
power hungry
fuel stained suits
and steel capped boots
don’t have convenance here
trudging and marching
trawling through our toxic cloud
trying to break for aire
an observation into w
post modern solutions,
detritus we buried an age ago
evolve and look beyond our edges
to the vacuum that swallows all
ill slip down easy
it’ll choke on you
excess induced
i get feelings
of deja vu
when i stare into the distance
i know visions
they know me too
of human resistance
i get premominitons
of all the things we’ll do
in pursuit of a vaster existence
no one wants you round here anymore
no one wants your only contact
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Wizzardstorm Leeds, UK
Bastardised black metal from the depths of Yorkshire.
wizzardstormkvlt@gmail.com
Cover by Sam Kennedy
Photograph by Sam Joyce
Email for earlier works
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