Altar Slave

by Altar Slave

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    Four unrelenting tracks of crushing industrialized black/metal noise salvaged from the wreckage of broken machinery and organic decay

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1.
tension-wrought progress enter now, into null forgotten, freezing, enduring it's digging in anew tasting, stealing their hope it writhes below renewal, dead static convocation, a war yet to start arisen captive, no more sense in life repent I'm cornered and it's sinking in face it, kill it, one way down keep scattering fog from the sky when the blood falls with the fog, lay sickness toward thy enemy press the seed to his hand no one knows what we praise condemned to life nightmare repeats it tastes like blood fear him ordered and beaten gagged and thrown into a void avoid, die trying ridden with life repaid
2.
in the cold I call myself with bloodied twigs, I thresh myself in going forth to meh-tuh-sela, then starting for the forest depths emanating fire bred in dead fields I'm tripping on the oldest fears I have found the tree, that twisted growth it is here in my eyes burning, raw lying dormant for what's left of you only the flesh seemed brittle tear the hole out then take with you anyone in death die already listen no more underrun bore through peace of mind a yearning that this never was corrupt the soil breathe salvation and you swallow your way in another seed sown bore through the bone blood fills the bowl the host carries the flood an old torture ends withered out bodies move in a blind corner you need not look they tremble from thy teat, as the rats do not move from their hole
3.
H O A X 02:36
What if it comes to it?
4.
draw together the arteries with a slender needle and stitch them together with a golden thread so that blood cannot fall I cried out "relent" to you I can't take anything but loss old air and bone dust an unerring pain ever flows over and over I die vomiting interred within me take it back I can't exist I'll never forgive I can't taste anything but loss

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Four unrelenting tracks of crushing industrialized black/metal noise salvaged from the wreckage of broken machinery and organic decay

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released July 5, 2023

all music and lyrics written, recorded and mixed April 2023 by ras

art and layout by ras
cover photo taken by goateye, edited by ras

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