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Hymns for The Personification of Entropy: Death Tape

by Periodeater

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1.
Periodeater 04:38
Tales of the conflicts of the past echoing into the present at last whispers to your self before the firefight will bring no peace to the blood at night haunted by the terror they aim to bring into their homes will our bullets sing the screams in the portals we opened cried for their blood now as in the songs they sang, we have come to do as we must they smashed our altars, killed our gods but the pendulum swings and for us a new dawn your kings, fed to the void your empires will crumble in the face of our masses, your armies too, will be humbled the virulent revenge of our mother the crushing march of the "other" beneath the treads of what's to come unmake their world and plant a seed for our own so it is written, and so it must be done as in the time, of the ancient ones. Nature demands her due. No longer will the efforts of the many engorge only the few Let their pews be hacked up for fuel, pyres to the dark womb of the void. as we lap up the red waters of victory fate plunges its quill in the inkwell of history so the scarlet words will fill the pages, of the tomes that will tell of the struggle for the ages. Those yet to come will curse those that did nothing their offspring to be fed to the sun the few that escape us, will be riddled with plagues by its rays as the sun crushes our enemies when they leave our world so will night protect us, as we reclaim what is ours so what more can be said, for the tales of the dead their words long ago forgotten, but some still know the memory returns when we look to the past to remember whats been done, and what must come to pass.
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the Old Ones, from before speak a tongue, no longer known The New Gods took it, so their hearths, they could grow Echoing in the aethyr countless tales, lost to the unknown Our libraries filled, the pyres of their dead God But Now the time has come, In the silence, they only whisper to some If you listen you can hear them, As the mind removes the veil and their screaming whispers become the voice in side When the lights in the sky, align with the stones on the earth, in the land of forgotten tongues Though the warriors have gone the war still rages on in the souls of those that lived through the terror a conflict that echoes endlessly reinforcing the torment of the species Battles waged between those that would take and from who it is taken! so grind the wheels of time, it matters not if we live or die in the lands of forgotten tongues Measures of men, they come and go, time counts lines in mortal's souls men the fields they cleared in the land of forgotten tongues The new gods that came, they too had been conquered driven from the strangelands never to find what they'd lost for their ancestors also dwell in the lands cut off from our world by the dead god's destruction In the land of forgotten tongues! Look now to the hoarders of wealth Societal tumor erupting you will see the oxen that drive this calamity forward barbarians pickled in their finery lance the boil, sacrifice the bull let the blood come pouring forth in the land of forgotten tongues Now we all grope for what's been lost as their world eclipses ours turning the day to night in the land of of forgotten tongues When the lights in the sky, return to their stones on the earth In the land of forgotten Tongues The old ones that will come are the lights in the sky they will return to the earth to destroy the dead god's of man raining their cleansing fire just as it was written in the tomes long forgotten and burned by THEM Do you hear them coming? If you did, would you join them or flee? The ones that are coming, speak a tongue you will soon come to know their many colored faces, painted the way the old ones did open the doors to the strangelands just as the whispers commanded now the tendrils of the past will destroy or open your mind in the land of forgotten tongues
3.
Armado 04:27
On the ground now, fighting towards the distant triumph advance now, the black flags and the red banners in unity Inevitably, towards that day, when we will see those beyond they who will unite the throngs of the forgotten the songs they will sing of of the struggle towards our GLORY hail the shadows that will be cast on the martyrs in our stories as the light of a red dawn now bathes those in the trenches the bellows of the forge of a world yet to come! TO conquer our enemies in the battle for the future summon a billion voices from beneath the boot of the tyrants united by a beckoning from the ancient depths to take up arms against their oppressors call forth now the masses dismantle the fasces and take the axes to their throats! let their blood flow, dechristening our temples Let their heads roll, as in the days of old down the pyramids built from their temples Open the portals No mere mortals can close under the feet of the unwilling light the pyres of revenge Force open their eyes to what they refuse to know and if they look away feed them to the waters of time and if they look away feed them to the waters of time At the mouth of the cave where occurred the visions to take up arms There is maintained the fire stolen, from the gods bask in the warmth of it's memory enforce our grip on the oppressor's throats close your fist on the larynx of the liars melt down their heavenly throne No battles are won without a toll paid in blood a Doom approaches beyond what mortals can fathom the bloodshed to avert it, a mercy in comparison those who's offspring will inherit it will be cursed by their children So let their heads roll, as in the days of old down the pyramids built from their temples open the portals no mere mortals can close under the feet of the unwilling light the fires of revenge force open their eyes to what they refuse to know and if they look away feed them to the waters of time at the mouth of the cave, where occurred the visions to take up arms no battles are won, without the toll paid in blood
4.
Crush Them 03:32
Crush them if they stand in your way Crush them between the legs of the Goddess Crush them with the weight of the blood they spilled Crush them with the macuahuitl Crush them with a stone mace Crush them to turn the tide Crush them With our ancestors' face There are those, that the Blood Gods demand must be fed to the blade aside from them all of those that resist, must be Crushed There are those, that the Blood Gods demand must be fed, to the blade aside from them, all of those that resist, must be Crushed and fed to the Maw of Time when in doubt Crush them those that mock our size Crush Them if they delay our Prize Crush them beneath our hooves and between our claws we will crush them with the Old Ones and Those Yet to Come we will Crush Them when the one finds unity with the all we will Crush Them like the Void where light goes to die we will Crush Them with blood red flag in mortal's hands Crush Them with no excuse for the terror we will Crush them when our time comes we will CRUSH THEM There are those, that the Blood Gods demand must be fed to the blade aside from them all of those that resist, must be Crushed and FED TO THE MAW OF TIME There are those, that the Blood Gods demand must be fed, to the blade aside from them, all of those that resist, must be Crushed and FED TO THE MAW OF TIME with the Old Ones and Those Yet to Come we will Crush Them when the one finds unity with the all we will Crush Them like the Void where light goes to die we will Crush Them with blood red flag in mortal's hands Crush Them with no excuse for the terror we will Crush them

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The original recordings, buried in the ancient dirt of an archaic cemetery on the night of the new moon with the blood of a nameless sacrifice and exhumed on the night of the full moon and tortured into this digital prison for your pleasure and torment

Red Nebula 2019

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released August 4, 2019

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Periodeater Los Angeles, California

noise for the end, songs for beginning
guillotine dreams
and ancestor worship
whispers of the void manifested for those yet to come

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