Fill my mouth with soil,
cover me with frigid earth.
Hang me from the ramparts, let my neck and rope acquaint.
Lay me in the embers, let my body rest in coals.
Open both of my wrists, carve my epitaph in flesh.
Hostage to no will, I forfeit.
The garrote moves me, strings above marionette.
I see no hope in the dawn, no merit earned with struggle
I can fight this war no longer.
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This one really goes deep. Tremendously heavy and bleak, yet crushingly groovy as well. You can easily see these guys destroying any venue they'd hit live with this. The heavy hitting slow to mid-tempo tunes are sort of tranceinducing. It's very easy to listen to it multiple times in a row or even get lost in it totally. mourner