The Glass Purge:
I
I search for the man in the Blackwoods, but as I draw nearer to the forest my path becomes convoluted. I am becoming confused, my motivations tested. Who are these others that beg of my attention? The world spews forth its bile and my content grows like cancer.
Offerings of food and shelter test my resolve. I am cold, but not cold enough. I am hungry, but sustenance I shall find on my own.
II
I have witnessed the machine, it is old and rusted but still its cogs are slowly turned by those who worship it. The men oil the wheels with their sweat, their pain matched only by it's produce. It is a vile creature that I will not succumb to.
And so to, I climb the corpse walls, these pillars beset in this world to blot out the sun. I urge all, remove the plastic sheets from your eyes, fear is your motivator but hatred mine. I am angered at your weakness. Few heed my warning. All will face resolve.
III
'Shadows became opaque as their hosts turned to glass. Humanity fell to Judas, bowing before him, they offered flesh and bone for him to wear around his neck.
lyrics
Limitless and cold, my hatred for my own kind.
Walk in the steps of a fathers failure, you are abandoned, truly alone.
Take off the skin you fear, hand me the throne.
Blinded fools, oh the will of the ages. Wrapped in grief, our history.
Cover the old bones, bury them deep, or we will pay for the pathetic lives we lead.
Thrown are the rotten fruits of Eden, our faces the mound shall blemish.
We have been left to our own devices, we deceivers.
A parasitic mess, a world I can’t deny. Hold tight for the end is so truly nigh.
Void of true vision we are stripped, through the citadel we walk naked.
Begging disease, no reprieve for their lies you still believe.
Immanent doom if you try to stop me, I will set my gaze upon you.
There will be nothing left upon deliverance.
Chaliced hands will work these machines until the skin rots from their very bones.
Take what you need, you do not own this dying rock.
I am more than a despicable servant, fulfilling your needs.
I will cast the only verdict concerning me.
Limitless and cold, this life we hold.
Toast to the embodiment of disgust we hath become. We are the waste expelled from fear, we are the inheritance of a debt so clear. Paved way to the great abomination we call civilization.
Blinded fools, oh the will of the ages, wrapped in grief our history.
We will pay for the pathetic lives we lead.
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Two impressive vocalists, variable and skilled guitarists and a tight and very powerful rhythm section. That plus the ability to write a song really leaves nothing left to desire here. mourner
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Unbelieveable how these guys grew so big so quick, you think? Think further I say and bang my head off to their crushingly heavy brand of symphonic deathcore. And they deliver this live as well and hopefully are going to wreck metal venues near you soon - and ruin your neck oc. They earned everything they got. mourner