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Ceremony At Dawn
05:48
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The crows up in the trees
Laughing at threads
We weave in hopes
Of a better path
None of this will last
All of this will be gone
Take your final breath
Suffocating under the stars
Spirits of mist take hold
Guide us from torment
Eternal suffering
At the hands of our fathers
The dead form houses for the rotten
Under a burning sky
Stones hold ceremony
Far from prying eyes
A new Dawn breaks
As the anthropocene era fades
Only death can take us
Yet legacies outlive
Even the smallest man
Sentencing our children
To death!
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Spring Of Gloom
04:03
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Instrumental
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Cascadian Fortress
05:33
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Awakening
Among the leaves
and moss
Open eyes
to the canopy
What thoughts
May come from
My death
Absorbed into the soil
Becoming one with the roots
To build a cascadian
Castle in the mountains
Vines and thorn covered ivy
Maggots and worms
Make their home
Inside my skull
Burrowing deeper
Into my flesh
Transforming
To my original form
Destruction
Of the fortress
A death wish
Of humanity
Ignorance abound
Losing our connection
To the old ones
A different green god
We fade into the soil
Becoming one with the roots
To build a cascadian
Castle in the mountains
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Conquistador
04:51
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A conqueror
Pale but for his blood
Stalking the world
Hunting for souls to devour
Our eyes have seen
What this plague hath wrought
Ivory sickness
A golden desire
Lying in wait
Tempting the weakened
Promises of riches
Beyond their wildest dreams
He stands atop the hill
As you dig your own grave
Laughing and weeping
Thankful for the shovel
Pushing aside roots
To make an earthen bed
Six feet beneath
Finally to rest
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Let the moon shine on you in your solitary walk.
Let the night enfold you in your forsaken journey beyond.
The pendula weeps upon the the banks,
reeds confide to the zephyr.
A stern veil descends;
grief rolling towards us,
grief rolling towards us.
An obscure memento felt in the blood
as the words carved into the ridge
take root within desire.
Again I hear these waters rolling
from their mountain springs.
The dark sycamore's burnt hollow
cradles the remains of sheltered ossium.
Let the moon shine on you in your solitary walk.
Let the night enfold you in your forsaken journey beyond.
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Poison replaced the blood,
the axe by the door is weeping.
I've seen through the arches of stone
to burning gardens and frozen graves.
This flesh is tired, strip it away.
Raw veins and spirit inhabit internal ruins,
as Remus fades in betrayal
the city is built upon his frame.
From the heights to the chasms,
I've been to them all
I've been to them all,
like the remains of Tiamat
or palatial far pavilions.
Spaces we fill with hate.
Spaces we fill with hate
and echoes of desperation.
I've seen through the arches of stone
to burning gardens and frozen graves.
From the heights to the chasms,
I've been to them all,
like the remains of Tiamat
or palatial far pavilions:
Spaces we fill with hate.
I've seen through the arches of stone
to burning gardens and frozen graves.
And frozen graves.
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Come back from the soil, the spectres drawn in dust.
Tear through the ether, the barbs upon our tongues.
This long pursuit is never fulfilled,
journeys occupy the moment.
Lie down and be still.
Tear through the ether, the barbs on our tongues.
Be still.
Seeing blue when I blink, figures blend on the surface,
indeterminate faces in the corners of rooms.
Remember, bridges collapse
and the spectres come back from the soil.
When the grid is scoured your form is overturned,
a vignette folds in on itself:
Permanence or reoccurrence?
This long pursuit is never fulfilled,
journey occupies the moment.
Lie down and be still (be still)
Lie down and be still (fulfilled)
Come back from soil,
the spectres drawn in dust (drawn in dust)
When the grid is scoured
your form is overturned,
a vignette folds in on itself:
Permanence or reoccurrence?
This long pursuit is never fulfilled,
the journey occupies the moment.
Lie down and be still.
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Bury Them And Keep Quiet New York, New York
Anti-Fascist
Anti-Nationalist
Anti-Speciesist
Anti-Idolist
FBC lives in NYC and also makes music as Ocean of Ghosts.
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