1. |
Suffuse
04:05
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On the night of my oath
Ask the auger for penance
Offerings of the envoy
Sacrificial remittance
On that night
Truth is lucent
On that night
Our disembodied kin
Defying time’s spite
And the future’s weight
Rests with the witches tonight
On that night
Vengeance chases
On that night
On that night
Sharp embraces
Line of sight
Vengeance rises
If law’s the limit
Then let it hemorrhage
A swift and charitable axe
Feint on the blade
The kind bleeding edge
Recompense the death tax
A calculated affray
Time bided in fever dreams
A gentle executioner
Morality pulling at seams
If the screaming winds shift
She won’t suffer alone
Through forsaken power
Engraved in legacy
Fate's entangled misfortune
Swallows our enemies
Our disembodied kin
Defying time’s spite
And the future’s weight
Rests with the witches tonight
On that night
Vengeance chases
On that night
On that night
Sharp embraces
Line of sight
Vengeance rises
If law’s the limit
Then let it hemorrhage
A swift and charitable axe
Feint on the blade
The kind bleeding edge
Recompense the death tax
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2. |
Frayed
03:28
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In repose I await the ledge
Patience nullifies the rage
Motionless in the storm
Fortitude constructs the cage
The windmills always spin
Crash and tear against the walls
A test of futility
The pillars beg to fall
Compelled to seek forgiveness
Before my master, I collapse
A black gate
Relinquish my dark gifts
For a chance to change the past
Halted by a whispered promise
Offered nothing, I still plead
Hollow and falling
Foremothers counsel from the depths
Never ask for what you need
Solace, semblance
Past at my heels
No escaping the fray
Empty, spinning
No in betweens
No escaping the fray
Comatose, Lightning
Shackled in anguish
No escaping the fray
Solace, semblance
Past at my heels,
No escaping the fray
Swift mercy
Barter for
Clemency
Try not to choke
With that boot on your throat
Compelled to seek forgiveness
Before my master, I collapse
A black gate
Relinquish my dark gifts
For a chance to change the past
Halted by a whispered promise
Offered nothing, I still plead
Hollow and falling
Foremothers counsel from the depths
They’ll never give you what you need
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3. |
Willow
03:42
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I envisage them
Hung from the willow
The place where it happened
Pleasure to borrow
A savage revenge
I know it’s not right
So I’ll bury the shame
To sleep through the night
But with eyes open
The corpse fades away
Memories get trapped
I forget what to say
Cast armor aside
Reckless just twice
Fair retribution
For rejecting advice
Hazard the risk
Pay the penalty
Inherit the debt
Praise your enemy
Lamented history
Codex of sorrow
Reified Apology
A lie sung and followed.
Beg for permission
And never neglect
To applaud the way
That they always know best
Atone for the sins
A body that’s cursed
Pay with submission
A script well-rehearsed
Mutilated pride
Compensated grief
Compliance for redemption
Behave on your knees
Beguiled wisdom
By the willow we pray
Unearthing each scar
To reveal the way
Hazard the risk
Pay the penalty
Inherit the debt
Praise your enemy
BURN ALL THE…
Burn all the witches
Bitter survival
Distasteful desires
Systemic reprisal
The sum of fragments
It’s all intertwined
Unraveling the thread
And losing my mind
Lamented history
Codex of sorrow
Reified Apology
A lie sung and followed.
Whispering gallery
Sonnets of deceit
Begging your pardon
Groveling at your feet
It wasn’t my choice
Coerced to survive
The abject victim
Concealing my knife
Hazard the risk
Pay the penalty
Inherit the debt
Praise your enemy
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4. |
Burden
02:53
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I’m so fucking sick of preventable death
Trapped in frozen north
Black and broken pines
Ports of Grey Havens
Always fresh in my mind
Undercurrent of tragedy
Twisted up in dreams
The promise of failure
In enslavement to extremes
All benevolent ghosts
Bite at the heels of time
Mine the past for evidence
Holding the line
They’ve set our stages in graveyards
Cast to wait in exile
Looking over our shoulders
Suffocating in denial
The poison is in the secrecy
The isolation and the shame
Force masqueraded as choice
Methodically placed blame
I’m so fucking sick
Of the stories they weave
I’m so fucking sick
Of the shape of my grief
I’m so fucking sick
Of my own wasted breath
I’m so fucking sick
Of preventable death
Cages start to spill over
Into the gutters we crawl
And everyone that I love
Shudders from the withdrawals
The soothing murmurs of ghosts
Follow closely behind
Peaks and valleys of our habits
And the passage of time
At the helm of my sorrow
Scavenge support from the vault
Always met with repulsion
Told it’s my own fucking fault
And what is the burden?
Of the people pulling the strings
And how much is it worth?
Just to keep the streets clean
Subtle echoes of mercy
Come from the comfort of friends
But everyone that I love
Still seems to leave in the end
They’ve set our stages in graveyards
Cast to wait in exile
Looking over our shoulders
Suffocating in denial
The poison is in the secrecy
The isolation and the shame
Force masqueraded as choice
Methodically placed blame
I’m so fucking sick
Of communities ravaged
I’m so fucking sick
Of mitigating the damage
I’m so fucking sick
Of my own wasted breath
I’m so fucking sick
Of preventable death
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5. |
Hallowed Days
04:21
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Hallowed Days
Crushing Weight
Eyes on the Sun
Gallows Hung
I will relate
This fallen state
Hopeless ways
Thoughts Betrayed
Who wrote the omen?
You Can’t escape
Who made the righteous?
Who laid the claim?
Marked at oblivion
Occulted in Shame
Hands on the altar
Praying in vain
They keep looking
For stars of heaven falling
We keep seeking
And end to our questions
Or is my hands at the temple?
Crushing and blinding
Kneeling in focus
Wondering what it all means
You could be… so much more
The stars… of heaven…
beautiful as ever
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6. |
What's It Worth?
02:53
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Live the chaos!
Live this shitshow
Pay your dues
Die the tragic hero
Shout vacant words!
Have ostensible friends!
A farce of community
Drowning in decadence
A political posture!
That keeps nothing together
Screaming into the black
Yet we’re all fairweather.
I look at these hands
And wonder the cost
Of friends now buried
And the war long lost
Marching and dancing
Before a glittering waste
These years go by
Lines writhe along my face
Who writes the words?
Who hums the tune?
Who pulls the strings?
Who runs the room?
The sniveling echos
Of years long since past
A pathetic emulation
The swindle ends at last
He said “I am a prisoner
In a war of idiots…
It hurt when I heard it then
But the condemnation fits
Saved ritual, pick your poison
A thousand ways to die
Still here, after all these years
And a thousand failed tries
Live the chaos!
Live this shitshow
Pay your dues
Die the tragic hero
Step into an endless night
Of vanity and pain
Sing the words in supplication
But never know the strain
Always a way out
Always such disdain
Always just pretending
That you’ve always been this way
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7. |
Tombs
03:06
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Hushed creak of the staircase
Contrived from frail bones
Tombs built on rotten soil
Revere the wasteland
Till until your fingers bleed
Inception to production
Languished bodies ache with need
Fortunes amassed
on broken backs
Acrid roots and bitter skies
Prolonging all our decadence
And still,
people fucking die
Wait.
Shrouded in shallow pause
Just wait.
Wounds of failed cause
Stay.
Anointed in promise
Just stay.
For yours tomorrow
Worn.
Ravage the scorched earth
So worn.
Wounds of failed worth
Rehearse the frantic dance to
Perform the stress
Basking in consolation
Practicing for the death gasp
Rehearse the frantic dance to
Perform the stress
Appraise the sum of the soldier
Sodden with the pull of collapse
Aghast and lurid
unwinding frayed thread
Pulling out teeth
boots heavy with lead
Remains swallowed whole
Marrow stained dirt
Peeling back skin
Exposing your worth
Fortunes
amassed on broken backs
Mangled
In the wrench of collapse
Appraise the sum of the soldier
Sodden
with the pull of collapse
Aching with restrained stagnance
Exhausted
From the race
Dormant in mantled tombs
Desperate
For the death gasp
Wait.
Shrouded in shallow pause
Just wait.
Wounds of failed cause
Worn.
Ravage the scorched earth
So worn.
Wounds of failed worth
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8. |
The Place
03:49
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Persecution
Censure the spoils of earth
Sacred places
Sacrifice bodies to dirt
I want to know
Are we ever home?
Garish disease
Restless are the casualties
Disgraced homage
Divine mercy deranged
Invoke ashes
Comfort to quell my shaking rage
Purge the disease
Ready are the casualties
Can I know? Are we ever home?
I know. I know. I know I’m fucking alone.
Ready. Are. the. Casualties.
A twisted root of suffering
With my grief entwined
Hand pressed on the apex
Of worlds now unaligned
Stay reverent
Hearken back to simpler times
The promise of prosperity
From their grief stricken minds
All rise
Corpses from embers
Revile my own surrender
Never go back
Sanctioned venality
Never go back
Feigned morality
Never go back
Lauded fatality
We won’t go back
Wanton struggle
A perpetual hex
The conduits
For the forced birth complex
Prophesying
What will come next
I want to know.
Are we ever home?
I know. I know. I know I’m fucking alone.
Garish disease
Restless are the casualties
Purge the disease
Ready are the casualties
Ready are the casualties
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