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lyrics
And nor delightful self-mutilation,
Will lead our way for the truth we seek.
Restraining flashbacks from the past,
For what fate to change I am to weak.
Melancholy, nist's up my chest on days so bleak.
And burns up slowly up my lungs.
Crushing thought's so heavy...
For bearing them I am to weak.
Those days, wandering the lands,
And every step another burden,
My blood drops down upon the leaves,
And every day another burden.
Longing for the truth we seek,
For bearing it I'll be to weak.
Deep and deeper within the black woodland sigh inside,
Though drunk and stumbling through the ailand forest.
By mother nature's decomposing guide...
All equal, for the artless judgements lust.
My ugly body, gross funedemental hatred lies upon,
Finite pile of human mass and biological waste beyond.
I'm an error, a bug, a defect within this society.
A worm, since birth nothing but a trouble, raised by hatred and anxiety.
And crushing thought's is all I can think of.
Perishing beyond the sky of self loathing lies above.
I want to make my body decompose and became whole with the earth.
So at least one significantly thing I've done by my useless life since birth.
I want to crush my head against the wall until my skull begins to crack.
Shattering my fingers, one after another, just till my vision blacks.
And rip all hair right from my head until it's gone.
Then take a knife and peel of skin until you see the bone.
I want to push my thumbs into the eyes to spare myself my ghastly sight.
And drink one bottle after other to take away my distinct light.
And grab both hands and press them into fists and crush them down as thunderstorms down onto my worthless body.
I want to grub my fingers down into the flesh, as blood thobbs out excessively. And sliding my both fingers down, across the bone so white.
As blood is spurting down my hand and down upon my feet so tight...
I keep on ripping out the pieces until my thoughts keep quiet.
I want to stay beside the calming trees of ailand forest,
And reach the one and only inner piece I've searched for my whole past.
Becoming one with mother nature's artless lust, thinking about how year's have last... forever below the ancient tree's and looking up above the sky, pondering until all clouds have passed.
And as my life is coming to an end,
I still hope that this is all nothing but a dream.
credits
from Burial of Self,
released July 1, 2018
Guest Vocals - / Zachary
supported by 14 fans who also own “Burial of Self”
This is DBSM with riffing that almost grooves like good OSDM does . Hard to choose a standout as all 4 songs are tight .. especially that great Hypothermia cover that closes it out . Great release Atmospheric Black Metal Cat
supported by 13 fans who also own “Burial of Self”
When you enter the blue hell, you are frozen, unable to get out. That ability that this album has to catch you and not let you go is what I applaud the most about this band. One more life experience, but an ordinary experience, an atmospheric and depressing journey, difficult to forget. Frank Román