The distant call bound to the heart
and lies now aeons torn apart
Led astray without crucial sight
blinded by the deceitful light
The longing ire for time yet to pass
and the draining sand of the hourglass
will devour the strength needed to surpass
the earthly pain futilely amassed
Strayed to a path that is forged to entice
for one to swallow the foul blood of christ
Preaching the words that lead out of damnation
Wrought from ancient lies and falsification
Words turn into gasps of final breath
ashes to dust and dust to death
Bound to a path of an unpure shibboleth
while the last grains of trust remain neglected
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The dissonant bleakness of the first track is less weird and more hypnotic than on the second track. That's why I like it a little more. But both songs together make for an extraordinary experience and a journey to the arhythmically beating heart of darkness. mourner