Uploaded August 2021 | Updated September 2026, 2 days ago

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Vocals | Rodrigo Rodríguez
Guitar | Ben Wilkinson
Guitar | Kent Congdon
Bass | Walter Hartzell
Drums | Andrew Baird

Animated by Andrés Montero Conde | b2crea.com

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Lyrics

An incalculable fall
through the billowing black smoke
For when the shallow breath sets in
and free fall takes hold
you will see the damned and its malice
as you descend and sprawl
Resounding their whimpers
“Embrace our vast domain” said the doll

I’m a path of ashen coal
Beneath burnt restless feet
Leading dark footed sole, seeker
Till this virgin soil goes bleak
Your stride gives distance
Bartered for deals none need
When ill intent is always assume

Cries! From the depths of demise
but I knew it in their eyes
Of Their intent ascent that I’d compromised

In endless joyless fervor
A Cathedral warded horror
As Their grip tightened from order
This precursor of life

As sick as we are
I’ll smile until the end
I begged to Amend
again again again!

For the ravaged bequeathed
With their spoils underneath
As I sought to slaughter the wretched

With-In-Tension for release
And Like a child intent to please
I can feel it dawning closer
But the canvas is now black
The Internal gates are now unleashed
To feel this cruel heart’s beating wrath, enslaved.
A swath lay bathed
With-In-Tension, likened from their craft

“Here we are laden against untimely measures,
While Seeking treasures of unrequited splendours
For it is what held him together
Oh, what sickening lies ahead”

How to live in the new age of decadence
When there is only war

I’m a path of ashen coal
Beneath burnt endless heat
Fleeting, dark hooded soul seeker
Till this virgin soil goes bleak
It’s stride gives distance
Bartered lives as they all plead
When ill intent was always destined to prevail

The relinquishment of ungodly grace
To face the flesh and nothing more
War wayward within
to face the flesh and nothing…

Will you wander unwaking worldscapes with me deep
We’ll traverse the ancient torment’s keep forever

The Hungers of Evil Prevail
Pre orations to manage fleeting expectations

Lunging with the fury of a burdened tyrant
Unanticipated waves that barrel towards me
Off the shores of consciousness
The battle for the worst of us has begun

And with these hands
I will escape
Your ascending lands
As we soon awake

Leaping without meaning
Glimpse to watch my torment feeding
Truly dreadful In its elegance
Or am I suddenly and restlessly
Seeking that inner peace?

Will I await the quieting of the streams
Surely I’ll never know...

With Rage to Assuage The Numbing
The Doll And It’s Irreverent Eyes
Seeing into the endless nothing
And like a mask with that future’s pain
Unlike that shattered past is now, then

Where In life implies
Holds all confusion
We strive in disillusion
Welcomed by deceptive blue skies

Solo: Ben Wilkinson

Was it the symbols and factions that grew your attraction
Worth being so divisive,
for Even effortless favors are steep in prices
Repaid now or tomorrow’s vices
Suffices in doubtless overdue sacrifices

And I, alone must pay
And Where my demons dwell I shall follow

I Hurled headlong from ghastly crimes
Within my mind to bottomless perdition
An Endless distraction from
Reflecting on my abreaction
Traverse the mist
Of a dreamlike memory
Make true what they'll construe
As my blade seeks
Retreat from your inner truth
Cause It’s been heaven knowing you
Knowing you, knowing you...

I lunged forward with a striking blow,
Knowing full well I’d risk my own
For an equal chance at survival
But was it to console that creeping guilt?
It Echoes from below
“May we never know, May we never know.”

Lunging with the fury of a burdened tyrant
Unanticipated waves that barrel towards me
Off the shores of unconsciousness
The battle for the worst of us has begun (has been won)

Ah! The Anger that Blinds!

“As above our resolve awaits
In endless joyless fervor
Released what spirit has torn
Merely flesh and nothing more”

“Back into the endless chasm,
back to grace your ailing god”
Ages scent begged for repent
Scarred apart from pathways bent and yearning for our rot
To Purge of my own ignorance but not beyond our goal

The End

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