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Ghost Ships of the Abyss
04:13
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The land resisted, as only hatred and stone stand the test of time.
The steam from fresh wounds,
and the fumes from rotting bodies,
rise to join the morning fog to welcome the vessels.
The mechanics of our demise,
So precise and efficient.
And now we suffer,
and we suffer as equals.
These ships, you cannot abandon.
As the crow flies, our judgement lies ahead. Hoping to find forgiveness, a stitch in time saves nine, fearing punishment is all there is.
We lied to ourselves but we never believed,
horizons darkened by the smoke of our failures. Screams of desperation,
and the stench from rotting bodies join the morning fog to welcome the Ghost Ships of the Abyss.
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We went to our graves
with the song of defeat in our hearts.
An ocean of regret further deepened.
The memories of loss
that we'd gathered for safekeeping
drowned out the voice of reason.
Don't be disgusted. Be ashamed.
Time, like humanity, of no importance.
Only slowed by our suffering.
Convulsions from the earth. Blood in the mouth from bitten tounge. We have so much to answer for.
The flames of a warm reception, and the final dagger well received.
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Caressing wounds most familiar in the darkest realms. Remembering.
What you lost in the flames, you fight in the ashes. Remembering.
Mutilating the spirit, the rank tendrils of manipulation never let go.
Assuming a form better suited to self-destruction.
Perfect only when there's nothing left to remove. Nothing left.
Silence is easier than the truth when no one's listening, and no one's listening.
Caressing wounds...
Mutilating the spirit...
A quiet death in the dark, the only way
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Crestfallen
05:39
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The sands of time drink up the precious blood of your youth while you hide from something you can't remember.
Forever entranced by the grip of your self-induced misery.
A broken hand blaming everything it touches for the pain.
Seeking forgiveness for every word, embracing things you shouldn't disturb, Another failure providing the agony we all deserve.
Shattered by the answers to the questions we refused to ask and when the misery hit, you only thought of yourselves. Cross the waters at the burning bridge, suffering to survive. Behold the nest of vipers cursing a serpent.
Marked by a shame unforgettable, a blessing from the blinding shadows.
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Sparrows Dallas, Texas
Hailing from Dallas, Texas, Sparrows is a four piece melodic black/death metal band drawing inspiration from the cold, primal spirit of Scandinavian black metal and the crushing ferocity of American death metal. Sparrows looks to continue their rise with the upcoming "Sparrows EP", with black metal mega producer Tore Stjerna mixing and mastering the 4 song offering at Necromorbus Studio in Sweden. ... more
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