1. |
Destined to Return
04:12
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Forever silent, unmoving, refined
an elegant tribute in marble
The noose tied to the being divine
tethered to the mortal
Long after the names go unspoken
the stone garden blooms
Once again the soil is broken
omnipresent - the specter that looms
Amethyst chases crimson
along with blurring vision
Strangled with cruel indifference
by time's relentless hands
Amethyst and crimson
striking with precision
Dragged into mortality
by time's unshaking hands
We are all destined
to return
to blackened soil
or ashes...
burn
Tears of mourning are the tribute demanded
In the shadow of the garden of stone
Forgiving fictions are whispered in sorrow
Scorn the treason of speaking alone
Hereafter when names are mentioned
a grim finality will cut like a blade
The future - apprehension
into eternity the echoes will fade
No stone - can minimize the loss
No value - in the gold embossed
Forever silent, unmoving, refined
a tribute carved in grief
forever tied to the being divine
burdened beyond belief
Long after the ritual is over
the stone garden stays
Soil and spirit shall always be broken
that which blossoms must also decay
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2. |
As the Serpent Devours
04:30
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So quickly we have forgotten
The darkened caves from which we crawled
On torn, quivering limbs
Through trails of filth
In frigid silence
Our stammered whispers
Sought to grow to thunderous cries
Their echoes thought to be eternal
Toiling aimlessly
As in vein Sisyphus bleeds
We writhe in agony
As the serpent devours
Eternally
Rampaging through the wreckage of time
Rebirthing the ceaseless cycle of decay
We watch in horror as the beast
Devours eternally
Flesh and spirit of such noble prey
Echoes forgotten in an instant
Obliterated between ceaseless jaws
Hopeless thoughts choked down
As the never ending cycle of self destruction
Regurgitated misery
Lying in the wake of the shadow of false hope
Lethean ambitions
Joys of sand and sorrows of stone
The cave from which we crawled
Burrowed into our souls through the jagged rocks we bled upon
An unending cycle
Of growth and decay
A ceaseless hunger
And dagger-eyed gaze
This predatory torrent - dampens
The darkened caves into which we crawled
Saturated, quivering limbs
Begging for warmth
In frigid silence
Mouthpieces of dread
Retched blood - died choking
Their echoes thought to be eternal
Toiling aimlessly
As in vein Sisyphus bleeds
We writhe in agony
As the serpent devours
We lost the way
Shrouded in darkness
Time marches as savagely
As the serpent devours
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3. |
Christened Upon the Slab
03:43
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Struck suddenly
A bruise fades
To the yellow brown color of fields
Tread solely by the knights of disease
Not black
But this ghastly gold
Of the forgotten urn
Is the color of passing
Reborn - nameless
Reborn - lifeless
This sepian countenance
A hollow shell
A sacred promise
Torn from the world
What is our purpose?
What are the signs?
The brittle touch
Of our flawed design
In this finality with features of life faded away
A vacant husk
No love or ambition
As being torn from sleep
By a disturbing but forgotten dream
Our destiny chosen
By others
Starting with the name
Christened upon the slab
Reborn "the body"
Now just an object
All out of respect
A stoic distance
Needed to stem the decay
So suddenly
This life fades
Into the shadows of realms unknown
Tread by all mortals in time
In the final moments
Of futures undone
Where even the virtuous crumble
Each of us shall know three
The reaper
The slab
Earth or Inferno?
Christened upon the slab
Reborn "the body"
A hollow vessel
That once was alive
Baptized in indifference
And fed to hungry knives
The reaper
The slab
Earth or Inferno?
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4. |
Not Peace But Pestilence
03:16
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Beasts torment the nightmares of children
with jagged teeth and claws
I'm haunted more by the ruesome
specters of regret and loss
Those times whose visions faded
still wounds bleed in my soul
When everything fades away but the grief...
time taking its toll
The horrid solace
that life presents
Is never peace
Only pestilence
A grim reflection
with no defense
Never peace
only pestilence
Are angels plagued by such ghastly visions?
The acrid fruit
spawned from blighted trees
falls where smothered flames choke the heavens
winds whispering disease
The hatchet's trusty blade rusts mere feet from a half-dug grave
Virulent Midas turned ashen
though fires could not cleanse
the decaying sorrow
of thousands of frayed loose ends
Are angels plagued?
Beasts torment the nightmares of children
with yellowed, bloody teeth
I'm taunted by the hollow whispers
of unexpected grief
And plagued by faded angels
as sands of time descend
Soul pierced by the gleaming tridents
of the demons of regret
The horrid sentence
that life presents
Is never peace
only pestilence
With sorrows mounting
there's no defense
Never peace
only pestilence
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Ascending to great heights
Ever fearful of the moment that we may lose our grip
Clinging to false hopes
Choking down the daggers of air our freezing lungs are ripped
Cries that should deafen
Are washed away by bitter winds
Wandering souls carrying unlit torches
We strive toward salvation - evasive
Falling from great heights
Is the terror
Do we have the strength to climb again?
Gasping in horror
To climb we must fight ignite the flame within
Try not to turn back
For beneath is chaos' gaping maw
Dragging ourselves toward the heavens
Twitching flesh as bloody hands scrape and claw
Cries that should deafen
Die in throats as hopelessness and doubt
Devour visions of truly ascending
Mortality the inner flame burns out
At last! A solitary flame
in the distance beating back the frigid night
A whisper can beget a choir of conflagration
The torch will ignite
The pyres are burning
Sacrifice to the flames
May the fires scorch the earth!
And the smoke darken the skies!
We continue our march forever
Never knowing the reasons why
Our destiny burned to ashes
Washed away by the sands of time
In defiance of our mortality
All that matters is the climb
The sorrow
The struggle
The strain
The sorrow
The struggle
Ignite the flame
Standing at great heights
Ever knowing that time will strip it all away
Bathing in the glow of torches
As ice melts and the ground starts giving way
Cries then falling silent
Washed away by merciless fate
The journey and the fire
The torches carried by those who remain
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6. |
Source of My Evil
04:34
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7. |
Surge of Terror
05:04
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Beneath strained translucent skin
Veins full of insects scattering from the light
My stomach a coiled viper
Fangs drip venom ready to strike
Soon shall come that dire day
Where hammers pummel as the echoing phrase
"I'm sorry for your loss"
Closes a chapter by burning the page
This disquieting silence
That shadows ignorant prey
Unknowing the need for vigilance
Not if, but when, life tears away
Inexorable descent
Visions of vultures circling overhead
Mirroring the eternal cycle of violence
Rats fleeing as if by compulsion
Still the serpent is fed
Carrion feeders with wings of razor wire
Crash their concrete bodies in a desperate anxious rage
Burrowing between sinews in efforts to escape
The unhallowed living tomb within which they are caged
The dread is constant
Ricocheting synapse friendly fire
There is a surge of terror
Charging through veins like a sudden stampede
Crushed underfoot with rampaging panic
A worthless battle
A futile frenzy
For on that dire day
Hammers will pummel as the echoing phrase
"I'm sorry for your loss"
Rewrites the story
The world set ablaze
This uneasy quiet
That engulfs dismissive hearts
Exhausts denial of any vigilance
Refutation - lives torn apart
The horror constant
Waiting for the word
Anxiety crashing in waves on the rocks of sleepless nights
Below the water's surface a beast yearning for the kill
Murder or face starvation so of course it will
While high above vultures bide their time
Holding dominion
Decimation over all diseased
Patience over violence scavenging with glee
And as the chapter closes it prepares to repeat
Inexorable descent
Visions of vultures circling overhead
Mirroring the eternal cycle of violence
Rats fleeing as if by compulsion
Still the serpent is fed
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8. |
Bitter Sacraments
03:50
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Kalopsia New Jersey
From the sewage-tainted swamps of New Jersey, home of Tony Soprano and the Toxic Avenger comes KALOPSIA.
Featuring
underground metal lifers from TOMBS, RUINOUS, HAMMER FIGHT and ABACINATE, "Angelplague" continues KALOPSIA'S horrific mutation, blending pit-inducing ignorance, melodic guitar interplay and an old-school vibe to summon a pestilential soundtrack of scorched earth and blackened skies.
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