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Born In A World Where They Still Fear Gods

by Of Men and Angel's Flesh

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"Collide a Comet" Collide a comet grows limbs from a decapitated sparrow screaming infection through rotted talons turning the compost beginning again and again how the cycle must mystify
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Flora Mortis 02:57
"Flora Mortis" no place to be born no place to live and die i drowned a little bit each time the cerebral juices are pouring out of every hole in my head I can't keep my neck straight and my spine contorts the same nor can my hands grasp any concept of light i'll never make it back to the shore no, not like this not so transparent not so disgusted i almost drown every time choking and blinking so hard i can't see in retrospect the premonitions are incalculable only in theory and failure no place to be born no place to live and die when i saw my reality rippling my reflection was unfamiliar i could feel every part of my being break down within me so i questioned its true relevance but it stalks me
3.
"A Mild Fixation" My dear, there’s puss slithering down your legs All the bloods ruined your best sunday dress It taste like iodine I thought you laughed When I said I was going to make you wear their flesh It was enough to make me want to stitch it to your skull Did I mention I’m going to dissect you Piece by piece And keep only the parts that I love
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"What Lurks in the Boiler Room" You stupid fucking cunts and your severed fucking heads i'm hacking and hacking until i see red I project my rage a feast for a necrophage my severed head collection envokes my erection my lust demands perfection I string them up by their own prolapsed assholes time to join the rotten dead
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"Celestial Graveyard" I’m camping in a celestial graveyard Cutting like a diamond through a jugular Suspended in an abyss My breath bellows forth like smoke The absence of light is enlightening I’m camping in a celestial graveyard There’s a cold dead angel spinning me around Trapped in binary juxtaposition Swelling, she struck me blind Then her body collapsed She burst out of her own cunt
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Croisade 02:49
"Croisade" dejected, consuming hell with a gluttonous fixation mortality leaking from every pore the vessel ruptures disgusted this pious creature dies the result of a celestial manifestation mourning in heaven atrophy in purgatory sleeping in hell born in a world where they still fear gods never did they think we'd touch the stars dreams are hemorrhaging urgently, i climb out of this atrocity but i've diluted my morals with the utmost urge to murder this abolishment of life will be of biblical proportions
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10-29-29 02:21
"10/29/29" the stock market crashed i don't feel a fucking thing buying and trading debt don't mean shit to me maybe they have a monetary deity they pray to that wretched concept doesn't exist in my eyes if you have that pound of flesh throw it on the fucking scale watch it outweigh our standard of living even your imaginary souls can't escape this war machine what do you see when you've climbed that mountain and find the earth has crumbled behind your every step
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"Untouched Skies" Biding time I can’t articulate Flowing through this time loop like a centrifuge Its separating my molecules Celebrating the same dawn and dusk The same fucking cycle How many times do I get to watch myself, hang myself Bidding my time Blinking in unstable wormholes Tempting more than fate These paths I've orchestrated A rotation of existence and nonexistence It craves exploitation With the might of deities I’ll use it to hide from the whole fucking world A place I can see untouched skies
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"Beaten and Prolapsed" DEAD
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Zola 02:57
"Zola" Could this be fruition the last stone fell And underneath it's weight the crunching of bones it was the soundtrack to murder if hell burst wide open I'd still sleep tonight more vacancy in purgatory cause all dead babies go to heaven hell was never more than a landfill psycho poisonous false prophets lead the blind to a leap of faith into a bottomless void pompous fucking filthy leeches perpetuate obsolete traditions fuckin tyrants everyone's got their foot on a throat but i'll still sleep tonight
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"Jupiter's Domain" The masters sail to those white walls dragging neptune's eye they will conquer and kill for that crown of gold through and extortion they write the sanguine tales of old delende est cathargo mare nostrum breaking through the walls the infidels all trapped if not disease or starvation its by blade and fire undertakers working overtime revenge for hannibal's scars they bring forth slander and extortion send worth the cleansing squads gather the corpses defile them ignite the mass funeral pyre this is the art of empire this is the art of extermination flame torn, smoke death filleted and immolated the sea feeds the sea annihilates the king down to his fucking knees offers himself as a slave this will be jupiter's domain wretch, traitor most effeminate of men this fire will entomb me and my children The masters sail to those white walls dragging neptune's eye they will conquer and kill for that crown of gold through extortion they write the sanguine tales of old (Outro) Bury their history silence the slaves let not one bit of wisdom escape This is empire Lives drowned by an insipid tongue Burn the bodies Bury the cities Insure there are no stones left to turn This is empire

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Recorded in March of 2014 at Mana Recording Studio in St. Petersburg FL. Produced by Brian Elliott.

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released October 13, 2014

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