The sun burns those
Who lie in dark
The pleasures of agony
Are those I carve in flesh
I writhe in disgust at life
I find no peace within this form
Hung from the antlers of eternity
Endlessly gored
The prize of night is dawn
The plight of the earth is ours
The eyes of the universe
Catch all in their gaze
Thoughts become form
As pain weeps from thy sores
On my palms
Symbols of devotion
From where I have crawled
The sun it burns
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Heaviest thing I’ve heard all year along with Altarage. Okay I’ve been listening to this record for the past two weeks and it just gets better and better. Dissonant grooves galore Jacob Ballance