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Silhouette of the Sun

by Blighted

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1.
Cenotaph 04:13
No mercy for the anachronistic A sentence shall be served Reprise and bring forth this reign of lunacy Succumb to me, your crown of blasphemy No acquittance for the reprimanded Epoch lays in bone A world we'll destroy and give God his eulogy Give me a taste of your ghost Maddening evil from beyond The nihilist God, called upon Incantation embroidered in stone In this tomb, you'll swear to the black, alone
2.
The value of existing is hereby found abhorrent The blighted world you've left behind has turned a green putrescent When limbs fall cold You'll come to terms that there's no fucking soul When all goes numb When all goes fucking numb Motives and subconscious minds are not always translucent Best to use the shit in your skull before you fucking lose it Your steeples are malignant Enter the night through the light that befell me No semblance of a sanity you show Enter through the night in the light that hath now befell me
3.
Walls of eyes are watching me Marionettes are clipping strings With an empty pen I've willed upon the end They deserve to die Phantom limb From this gateway black The end you call is nigh They deserve to die All life ends A dream wrapped in a rope Crushed around my throat
4.
Constrained within this box, it's irking me deranged I sense a heap of nothing from this world that I'm rejecting A world forbidden by a world foreboding A world forbade by the dead decaying My existence Renewed from cancellation Begin a second season with this posthumous animation Sardonic it shall be Scratching at this coffin Fingernails detaching I sense a heap of nothing from this world that I'm rejecting I have not the strength to walk among them My heart has ceased to beat In mahogany defeat I lie beneath the bereaved Counting sheep and pulling teeth
5.
An exit route, a way out Dead and foaming at the mouth A headstone and a jaw bone The casket where my head's blown An exit route, a way out The end of drought drags the worms out The life that you've built has eroded Clasping at a slipknot, broken necked and bloated Your mindlessness is showing I've fallen deeper into the dirt that I was born in Uselessness of man in machinations astringed The will of the universe has enacted my revenge The irony of this world ever so clever Just forget what I said about forever Born in, aborted Yorick's Skull
6.
The hive you detest is the one you're among Larvae writhing in the pores of your tongue The soul you've left bereft has beset the unsung Brains in vats in darkness linked to bodies growing dumb The psalms you spoke to soothe me have since sewn into my soul Your empty words destroyed me in ways you'll never know The prudeness of your cruelty has but led you to this day Trauma always finds its way to dig inside your grave Writhing in your tongue A body posed upon the cross The crown is rosed with wilted loss The scars that you have slashed have not escaped me very far The cage you have kept me in has lowered into tar The crown of thorns has turned to dust Your heart of ice has burned to rust The veins that you have popped painted a portrait to put up All your talks of suicide with worthless extra steps I laid in chains on concrete knowing the dawn of the end was upon me Writhe Arise Writhing in your tongue The game you live is done

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released January 6, 2020

Vocals - Garrett Morelock
Guitar - Dillon Harris
Guitar - Ethan Frazier
Bass - Neal Williams
Drums - Jonah Turner

Recorded at Classic Recording Studio in Bristol, VA on October 5th, 2019.
Engineered, mixed, and mastered by Mike Stephenson.
Artwork by Hellish Visual Arts.
Cover design by Neal Williams.

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