Uploaded October 2025 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago

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Single taken from the album 'Ruin' by Ritual Howls
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Directors: Mïïgun & Julia Solis
Photo composites by Julia Solis
Editor: David Meiklejohn
Actor: Iman
Filmed on location at: We Feed This Mortal Coil & Bloomtown Detroit
Thank you: Tom Kirsch & A.H. Shirley

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LYRICS
The sound of the sequence holds the dawn in place
A gesture of power gilded over my face
Sent from sewer, emerge to see
A surface of desolation crowding me

Leave your score
Of cursed intent

I swallow the morning
I thought of you
The things you won’t do anymore

Claws of pleasure graze the muted air
Unrepeated silence everywhere
Beneath the withering body wrapped in lace
A sandstone a painting of grace

Leave you mark
Of cursed intent

I swallow the morning
I thought of you
The things you won’t do anymore

I devour the daybreak
When I think of you
The things you won’t do anymore