Black Marrow EP

There will be no fleeing to shambalah As the planet spits and swallows you whole The fallen angels of greed and sin Have sired more nephilim It’s the lust for what we can’t have That does us in Your digital footprint spiritual warfare We’ve got to return to the dark Slaughter of the stars If the poles were to shift Then with a shockwave we will burn But we won’t even hear about it Cause the censors decide all we need to learn It’s not if - it’s how and when And yeah we could flee but maybe it’d better we’re not seen or heard from again We had cars that drove us places And people that bought us food Stacked the buildings so tall We called concrete society’s glue Had a watch that counts my steps And a phone that listens to me through you Now I must hold a rite to the earth Burn a sacrifice to honor the skies of blue Where I Learn to Bind azazel Bind samyaza Bind the watchers Cast them into darkness No petitions No forgiveness And no mercy Pull the light over the way they’re living Place a curse on the spirits nephilim Disembodied in their thirst Cast a sightless hole for the giants to dwell in Cleanse the earth of all impurity A hard reset on the bounds of sin Use protection when you’re making love Between demon and woman So if the planet is dying We must return to the dark The only way to save the earth Slaughter of the stars This is the great fire of ruin Puts the watchers to sleep again Then purge the flesh with shards of naphtha So I can kill all the gods and masters Brimstoned forever after Your digital footprint spiritual warfare We’ve got to return to the dark Slaughter from the stars And if it’s fire that they want then it’s fire that they’re getting As the firmament does fall It will be - A technological bloodletting Slaughter of the stars

Gates If I wait at the gate Then that’s all That my polytheistic heart Can take Safe You always try to be safe When I’m trying To burn through my 3 seances a day In death Is where I knead at the breast until we’re heavy and Ground-kept Flesh Is born of discontent Then I’m going To draw salt circles and vent Green to grey Covers your tracks So your shagbark is forgiven and your garland is painted black The grimoire gave a warning Hold silver to your face Then place your ego in a pit And if burning all that frankincense Is reminding you of me Then quit Heavy swinging of that sacred axe Has your rebellion worn thin And I believe it’s in that moment You made up your mind to give in For all the nights when I fail to earn my keep Stopped pawing your knees Stopped kissing at your feet The holy of your ghost rejected my sleep You’d rather have me sewing the seeds of dissatisfaction Although I didn’t see Any of the purpose You call to god When it’s time to bleed Keep the wrong things sacred You hold your gold And precious stones We keep the wrong things sacred

Bastard Archons Reckoned 7 Made their way Into heaven The warden of this cosmic cell Filled it with earthly delight That retinue of malevolence Guards the return to the light Ready cell awaits Bastard Archons Reckoned 7 Made their way Into heaven Return to light Of Yaal Debaoth Demon of haunting calm within my frail days and hallelujahs that clung so caustically to my windows Demon lights up the black sky with pagan symbols That which was supposed to bring me ruin The horror mood Have to see about mollifying my wounds But these hopes have gathered dust On death sentences they rust A vampiric skulk in which we disgust And I’m repulsed by your absence from my tongue, a part of me once tethered to the spirit in your lungs Crumble in your cobweb kind of way That's because here you need not stay Don’t want to be left alone and forgotten Just want to go back to when things were rotten And things were rotten Don’t want to be left alone Still pangs on my chest Where all of my art is forgotten Things left unsaid Things left to learn And all of the earth was rotten (Yaal) Daytime gnostics Worship shadows Demon of haunting calm Within my frail days That clung so caustically To my windows Return to light The black apocalypse Forever on our minds So we search for a catalyst Murder the ties that bind

You used have to sit and watch me shiver Now gather around as my head house crumbles and of all the things Baal could deliver You will ramble, I will rumble There’s no more wars about all that draws nine of swords on my shadows As my presence spinning flat And hallow in an effort to forfend my death blows I sear my fingers black Merciless and clawing back This suffocation Is purgatory A rumination Of everything So focused on all The subtleties of Your elevated Survival instincts You’d always point out sharp turns I’d make That’s where your relic began to radiate Just as I birthed my tenth pair of teeth You conjure ardor for vegetative state So I Let the receiver hang To call upon Baal again and again But he just lets the phone ring Asleep to the new government that’s formed inside my head If that sense was given permission To greet the wolf blood that is on my breath And if your chest could feel the beating Of the pigs heart that’s living in me Black marrow Black - Black marrow Into the abyss Where it’s just that the night never came Black marrow Esoteric pit Where I no longer flinch at your name Now I’m breaking out the fresh salt Where I hold the nightly seance A lull toward the cacophony of silence Aberrant to the configurations of grief I sear my fingers black Merciless and clawing back Still focused on all The subtleties of your elevated Survival instincts

Gates If I wait at the gate Then that’s all That my polytheistic heart Can take Safe You always try to be safe When I’m trying To burn through my 3 seances a day In death Is where I knead at the breast until we’re heavy and Ground-kept Flesh Is born of discontent Then I’m going To draw salt circles and vent Green to grey Covers your tracks So your shagbark is forgiven and your garland is painted black The grimoire gave a warning Hold silver to your face Then place your ego in a pit And if burning all that frankincense Is reminding you of me Then quit Heavy swinging of that sacred axe Has your rebellion worn thin And I believe it’s in that moment You made up your mind to give in For all the nights when I fail to earn my keep Stopped pawing your knees Stopped kissing at your feet The holy of your ghost rejected my sleep You’d rather have me sewing the seeds of dissatisfaction Although I didn’t see Any of the purpose You call to god When it’s time to bleed Keep the wrong things sacred You hold your gold And precious stones We keep the wrong things sacred