To Starve The Cross

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released June 10, 2016

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Track Name: Pangaea Reforms
Pangaea reforms and organisms perish. All lands will soon unite within times passed ancient. Accretion of polar drifts that Ultima yearns for. Lava flowing from cracked crust as pale blood. Horrid cremation befalls as a plague. Its flesh speaks through veins rooted within earth. Mantle suspended in a trance of scars. Pangaea reforms and organisms perish. Accretion of polar drifts that Ultima yearns for. The Great Dying approaches slow. Future species will write of our death. Fossils exhumed from mountainous realms. The ocean that swallowed our bones. Lava flowing from cracked crust as pale blood. Mantle suspended in a trance of scars.
Track Name: The Sulphur Age
Hearts knelt upon sheltered veins. Secrets of soul-altered dawn. Grey winds breathe the mirrors gloss. Cruel to the ones that nourish your wings. Enter the sulphur age. Sharp moments quell temple reflections. Radiant stars to the night-glass pulled. Scribbling soft scars on a shapeless soul. Galaxies surrender amidst all trembling nuances passionate; awaking century. Calm is the curse-born plummeting afar. The lair shudders as music paints the wind. Enter the sulphur age. Times eulogy mumbled from abandoned lips. Mirror drips nectar sweet as the chasm implodes.
Track Name: Abyssic Eyes
You dream an external façade. The extent of mental projection. Nothing exists beyond self. Skepticism the fuel for paradox. The stimuli that mimics thought. Consequence of nethermind relapse. Traced to neurons in flesh condemned. Idealism transcends thoughts. Nothing can exist beyond one’s own physical self. For what passes outside my mind cannot be proven. It’s scientific façade. Created within before materialized to a living breathing body. Nothing can exist beyond self. For what passes outside my mind cannot be proven. It’s scientific façade. A sense of artificial experiences absorbed. Understanding cannot be communicated. Release.
Track Name: A Lord In The Shattered Mirror
Dust filled the mouths of martyrs. The pulleys hang our hymns. A lord in the shattered mirror. Sun melting skin as moon tempted man. Heaven, a choir, that broke all the bones and the flesh. Now the truth be sung. The holy curtain falls, begotten of black coven stains that moved sorrow to where laughter once bled freely. Wisdom washed from the wondering. Under glass skies the reason buried silent. Mournful fragrance thy vultures delight. Woe! Mesmerizing the circular shade unborn. Grief upon fields of suns born of death alone. A lord in the shattered mirror. Whence breath receded from dancing sins. Myth turned caricature in bleak mosaic. Mocked by a dismal and drowning god. Vague conscious Christ’s canvas splashed. Never put faith in a lord in the shattered mirror.
Track Name: Damp Breeze Of Sleeping Veins
Silver paths on ceilings. Jagged corner of spine. Irregular wishes suspended from lips. In illness long have ye journeyed. Brows hang heavy with the shadows. Alas! Slumber took you gently with its odor of exposed veins. Time cowered beside tears invisible. Glowing in atmosphere. Clouds choke the choirs. In illness long have ye journeyed. Brows hang heavy with the shadows. Alas! Slumber took you gently. Damp breeze of sleeping veins. Your blind faith found its ocean; Wet with dreams that waterlogged the spirit with pocketfuls of sunlight. “What knoweth thee of the mountain in the sky?” Just a mile from the moon. Knee deep in a flurry of snakes. Lonely shores with thickest skin. Footprints bold across bones. Damp breeze of sleeping veins. Silver paths on ceilings. Jagged corner of spine. Irregular wishes suspended from lips. In illness long have ye journeyed. Brows hang heavy with the shadows. Alas! Slumber took you gently. With its odor of exposed veins. Damp breeze of sleeping veins.
Track Name: Visceral Seas
She sang her scars to slumber o’ so sweet. The conjuror of vast consciousness collapse. Earthly fodder of this a last descent by crooked hands. Winds have stained black the flesh. A crown of clouds. The sky knelt before soul. Now is the time to ask day if it dreams of night. Not such lore bittersweet. As woman with her wings. The ghost that pulled the moon from its shackled stare. Quiver, lest your courage ascend once more to the seas. Eyes silent to the swell and the sweet waters kiss. The empty passing night that wades through the sanguine sands, cast to woe in its weeping mortality. Visceral seas. She took the breath from these lungs that will now freeze. Earth down upon its knees. Visceral seas. Extinct by our decrees. Lost within the trees. Scent of life fades from the breeze.
Track Name: Thou, Beneath Ligaments Foul
Mummified with invisible forms. Premonition shines the skin. Embryos in their essence. Where nothing has their glance cursed. Perched strong as a terrible fate. Transform oneness to wonder. Falling long unto chaotic dawn that cleansed our silvered hair. Arrows weep for war. Red rains soak the flight. Drinking of the stream. The oak of endless night. Statues fire-sworn. Winds that chant the hymns. Demons renovate our lucid limbs. Never the thorns linger. Architecture now bled dry. Ravishing satin shade now hung from the kindred noose. Arrows weep for war. Red rains soak the flight. Drinking of the stream. The oak of endless night. Demons renovate our lucid limbs. Mummified with invisible forms. Embryos in their essence. Perched strong as a terrible fate. Falling long unto chaotic dawn.
Track Name: Wounds Immaculate
Surely night atmosphere rots forever bleak. It’s nourished by wounds in silence speak. Confined to a journey destined to inspire and examined in a fortress of fire. A descent to waters red with limbs at their core that’s feared by the ghost and his savage score. She tethered her hair to a sinking ship. A shapeless canvas fed the thunder with an acre of shade. From white marble mortality carved. These worlds of light removed the mask from invisible trance. Thorns glowing gold as serene skin that promised us a deathlike release at the corpse of sundown. Frozen forms behold oneself. Lying with guillotines conscious. Creasing across voided faces. Miracles shall melt as dying prayers. Worms haunt ghosts we trace. Promise this dread a release. As we lieth in thought. To do us harm they wish not. Traverse the painted palace to a swamp solace submerged with unusual shapes absent from earthly sight. She tethered her hair to a sinking ship. A shapeless canvas fed the thunder with an acre of shade. From white marble mortality carved. These worlds of light removed the mask from invisible trance. Thorns glowing gold as serene skin that promised us a deathlike release at the corpse of sundown. Surely night atmosphere rots forever bleak is nourished by wounds in silence speak. Confined to a journey destined to inspire and examined in a fortress of fire. A descent to waters red with limbs at their core that’s feared by the ghost and his savage score. As we lieth in thought. To do us harm they wish not. Wounds immaculate. Condemnation never to fade from bodies scorned to masquerade. Their coffin stare that’s pale as stars like human forms all born to scars.
Track Name: A Holy Book Scribed By Wolves
How could I explain the smell of dust on a faded porcelain moon? The muddy steps that to the lost church pulpit lead. Never to understand for young are your bones now. But oft times severe wears the mask of serene. A holy book scribed by…Death has never sang to your heart. Ghosts, witches. Never have I seen phantom ships sailing sorrowed skies when winter comes with daggers sharp. Someday I will teach you of weakness: Like when oceans do not recede. When earth armed herself with fire. Foul hearts drink of the sermons. Death has never sang to your heart. Ghosts, witches. Never have I seen phantom ships sailing sorrowed skies when winter comes with daggers sharp. What have we learned of fragments of life-worn lips away from twitching in twilight? Send me so sweetly to immortality’s shadow. Dear World, graying at the chin! Hell is ripe with sunshine. A holy book scribed by wolves. Feed them a romance. Clanging bells chant their love. A holy book scribed by wolves. From the common tomb. Half glass and half moonlit. A holy book scribed by wolves. Cling to absent commands. Exhaustion is justified. A holy book scribed by wolves. Not a doorway left where subconscious can hide. A holy book scribed by wolves. A shipwreck of beasts to haunt the word of god. A holy book scribed by wolves.