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Trembling at the Center of the Earth

by murderhorse

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1.
Wasps, Wolves,Wormes 00:59
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We never tripped the silent alarm Wasps like wolves behind that beating door We never tripped the silent alarm Wolves like worms bore into our beating heart
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Hunter Seeker 04:40
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At the trial no one would speak Vehement silence, porcelain teeth Eminence rusting, a gavel to sire With the press donning the sheets Fettered to dead pan punditry Herding the snakes with their lanyards afire The judge with his scythe in hand Quick with the noose, covet the necks Smoke dissertations/repititions of methadone whims In a flax cowl and cloak Garrote affixed, hustling smoke Gnashing his fangs of black glass between hymns Suffocate in the wet tourniquet of his crippling will Damned to choke on this sentence like razor blade vengeance All the veins gone constrict, a pine box with the knees shattered still Blot with powder to cake this disease, but the mask knows Hunting, seeking Hoodwink privilege, honor among thieves as the plot grows Silt and sedition/sifting through whispers in black on black signs With the monks cutting the pills Methadrine lust, cruciform thrills Lager for sale at the naming of names Yellow press fatten the kill Zealot shrink wrapped cellophane wills Red are the hands of malevolent blame The tracks of this cavalcade Blood on the hooves, hair in the wheels Smote revelations of charges unjust With the curs manning the whips Lidocaine barbs, benzedrine quips Grinding the pearls of the truth into dust Suffocate in the tin iron lung of his crippling whims Damned to choke on this fusion of lead and collusion With the truth derelict, a pine box sealed and clawed from within Blot with powder to cake this disease, but the mask knows Hunting, seeking Hoodwink privilege, honor among thieves as the plot grows Silt and sedition/sifting through whispers in black on black signs
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Risk, Assessment 03:14
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“Bring me their eyes” cried the mole Wringing four scheming thumbs Pondering on deceit Feasting on insolent tongues From a platter of bone Stained as pink as a rose In a figurine throng Charcoal grey, phthalo green Count the dead on an abacus Heads for the beads Casting corrugate coffins In crepe paper tombs it goes Body, ash, lime, rosary, repeat Behold the whore of the mountain Chained in the brothel of time Cursing his avarice Tributes of silver and lightning Sulfur and abhorrent cries Poison the affluence “Bury their limbs” cried the mole Under four distant hills In the bowels of the beast Braced with their insolent bones Insurrection expunged No adherents to goad Signing propagand(a) pardons With cyanide quills His fish speaker sentinels Pale in the gills Freeing atrophied thieves Of their contraband hands But the wolves at the altar See right through the moniker Behold the whore of the mountain Chained in the brothel of time Cursing his avarice/the opulence Tributes of silver and lightning Sulfur and abhorrent cries Poison the (affluence/affluent spies, all fawning)
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Wombs pt. II 05:28
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This child cannot be unborn So fall into the knife And we shall drown in the womb This child cannot be unborn Collapse and open these scars And crawl back into the wound Embrace this heritor forever Our prince devours souls beyond our stars His tongues all burrow in Our liege envelops suns beyond our dawn His hands, these wanton roots Surround the fathers, weave into their eyes His favor scarce A thirst beyond the ocean, guile to fall the world This child cannot be unborn So fall into the knife And we shall drown in the womb Behold the wailing of the light This child cannot be unborn Collapse and open these scars And crawl back into the wound Embrace this heritor forever
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Precipice 03:27
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There’s a tide approaching Far on the seas brooding horizon And it’s tolling a debt Born in a gamble a long time come All in with tokens of fire & steel & horrid ambition Choking the life out of rock and wind and sky As you fall From a cliffside precipice, scrambling, groping Wondering just when the house called your old debts in There’s a scream like a mob Shrill on the waves, red on the breakers Ready to claw at the rocks you will fall upon There’s a cold and trying end to fallow It’s a woeful ending cold & shallow Upon the edge there gleams a penance and a strike to fallow Out with the knives They will cut at tendons taught & hallow Vivisect as the night grows still We'll be safe here for now Deaf to your pleas They will leave you shaking cold to wallow We'll be safe here for now Your penitent cries for nil
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Gone 01:14
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You will learn to crawl with your wings on fire, gone
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Trembling at the Center of the Earth 04:17
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A black shroud surrounds our mouths & faces, pressing down We suffocate in a vacuum, in desolation our own design No luminescence escapes this darkness, this nothing of light and sound A hangover of wealth and power We pray not come down We won’t reach tomorrow No autumns rising sun Pale upon the gallows Our malady unsung Cursed to cower in the shame of what’s been done Trembling at the center of the earth Beneath a banner of greed we’re amassed, jaws grating earth & bone A war of attrition, a wrath insatiable drowns the world Don’t look down, it’s all sinking; the ice retreating, wholly undone We stand trial, our guilt assured We will suffer the rod to come We won’t reach tomorrow No autumns rising sun Pale upon the gallows Our malady unsung Cursed to cower in the shame of what’s been done Trembling at the center of the earth
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Beacon 02:20
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I set a blind satellite A beacon for you To float above a hull of shadows dead & grey for all time At 45 Fahrenheit I beckon to you Waiting for your mind with thoughts of blinding speed to fold time & space Waiting for your mind with thoughts of blinding speed to fold
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Sultanate 07:11
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(instrumental)
10.
Wombs pt. I 05:01
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They draw ash crosses with jaundiced nails On the heads of spiders in want of legs And a red dusk sets as the virgin kneels Her knives laugh crimson tears; so flows the witch communion to the crowd As the rivers simmer, the hog, it feeds At a trough of wasps with ashen wings As her last brood weeps at the virgins knees Her axe mocks crimson fears; so flows a fertile seed onto the ground At the coronation a dead choir sings Litany’s atonal in discords shrill To a blaspheme chorus, the clamor builds A cloud of crimson mist; so drifts the looming fear into the night In a chain of nurses and priests of smoke Hear the howls hysteric and lost in cant Of dust to ashes and ash to dust The son, the son will come, the son will come upon this rust hued dawn Search within their white less eyes; when everything is said and done, we’ll learn to miss the comfort of the day on which we knelt Sulk within their witless lies; the age of poisoned truth is cast and waiting in the womb to crack the dawn Our wasted hands will not dessert you Let the scion boil water with bane and breath We will mend his cradle with branch and thorn Let the scion boil water with bane and breath The vultures first, his skin the last May all lament the footsteps of our path Hives Swollen Vital Signs
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Ahead and the Heathen Heart 05:20
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This eve the final march counts the hours down A time for provisions and the coddled young Your face betrays a panic for the battlefield Our pulse proclaims a perjury of confidence Ahead and the heathen heart, a beating drum, a horror indelible Ahead and the heathen heart, a bleeding sieve, a symbiote insatiable This eve the strong lads stock the armament A time for quick fuse, blades, accelerant This blind machination is breaking down Our beasts strain ‘neath the weight of this scimitar Ahead and the heathen heart, a beating drum, a horror insatiable Ahead and the heathen heart, a bleeding sieve, a symbiote insatiable Ahead and the heathen heart, a beating drum, a horror indelible None at the reigns, but the pawns keep coming Gored on the tusks, under foot, at the wall Dogs in the sietch, as the ranks keep falling No one abroad to sound the alarm Still we fight Tooth and nail Spear and sword Stone and skull Chasing down A beautiful death As the demons gloat And the night prevails This heathen heart of ours, drunk on a shade grafted to our souls Fading, reaching, down
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Ash Borer 01:20
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And Beneath, We Saw the Gods 07:21
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Are these the famine times? The cenobites preparing for this melancholy promenade We waste like starving Kells Sand and ash and scarab husks are all that’s left within the granary We draw from arid wells Pagans mummified the garrison, these husks our shoddy regiment We flee to gods below Build a pyre of all the minarets and crawl into the grave Torch this black throne Blood to thin the lacquer Crack this veneer Prophesy on borrowed time Chapels of stone Struck and torn asunder Wraiths of the renegade houses all loosed for the fall In the breast of this desolate tomb we will sleep with the stillness returning above In the breadth of this gathering dark we will breathe in the soot of our deficit Behold the gods So we dig, holding tight to their wings Lo, we make for their desolate sun How they shovel us, never out, down Wrapped in 5.9 sextillion tonnes Are these the famine times? Our rations naught but millet, mud, and mold, the air is running out We starve within this hold The ceiling’s flirting with collapse, our noble dead are piling up We flee to gods below Build a pyre of all the minarets and crawl into the tomb He lashes 7 tails, disturbing algae in a fog Breathing violet fires from within his feathered lungs His eyes cannot be counted, though they number less than twelve The glow within his nest shines a light the darkest black She heaves a breast of wood and tattered gems Seven arms to wield the levers and the chords A leash to tame the hounds upon the stairs below the gate Her matte dark matter phallus, the undoing of the world So shines the deep, bless the blind within this cave In their bliss, the gods will laugh at the peril upon the plains Plot our escape; build a heaven in this keep Eons forth, the gods will pass; we’ll reclaim the hells above/+in time

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released October 24, 2014

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