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Void Cult Tank Division
02:51
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In a forgotten field
In a time worn barn
An ancient machine
Stirs to life
With a new fuel
The powder kegs of industry
Long ago combusted
And now we forever dwell
In the perpetual moment
Between the ice, the foliage
And the scorched earth
Beneath the desert sands
And the jungles of time
The waters hollowed
The space within
Where the mind becomes the world
This place now forgotten
Has become the forboding lake
Where in a rifle dwells
Stowed away for a time like this
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Rifle in the Lake
04:44
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Teal waters reflect
The cave walls like the night sky
In the bottom of the Cenote
A cave in the lake
Where it is thought time began
It is this cave you are told of
By the voice in the changed dampened air
At the shoreline
Where it first told you
Of the strange white men's lies
But a brother Red Star
Left a cache marked by a colossal head
by the lake
Now is the time foretold in the songs
Symbolized in the dances
They told us of...
The voice murmuring in the haze
That hangs over the water
Like the sweet waters carry the message
Of a pool, down the stream, of a dream, but farther you must go than it seems
Only when enough have fallen from the sky
Will the world as it is completely die
This is what must be done!
Fear not the blood shed
Nor the retreat of life
Do what you must
To keep the fires alight
As the time for burning grows e'er near!
Bat away the fear of darkness and harness
The pulling weight of the void inside
To weaponize the moment before us
And so we thank the Red Stars
That guide us
Through the voids they left behind
For the baton they've handed us
Is the scepter we must break
And stake their dying world
In the heart
Gilded parasites
Their tendrils crushed underfoot
Cease the writhing
With the tip of a bayonet
Call forth the others to seize the appendages
And pin it into its grave
Let the soil you heap on its corpse
Host the flowers of a peace long yet to be
Only when their world is completely taken
to the depths
Will ours begin to rise anew
From the ashes we will grow
To the ashes let their world go
So take the rifle
From the Red Stars cave
In the lake and gather the tinder
And the fuel
For it is you who are called
To heed the voice inside
Pluck the blade from the stone
Bring forth the ALL to one
Take it to heart
Like the obsidian through the bone
Bring the all to the one
And the one to the all
Do what you're called
Fear not the forever fall
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3. |
Periodeater
04:34
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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 they 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
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5. |
Warship of Summer
06:38
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Skies
Crowded With Red Light
Beaming
from our host,
The magnetic
Veil,
that once sheltered Us
Stripped from the globe
Her dry hills,
Would become the kindling
for our World
Awaiting its Humbling
With Ignorant Fear
Its Undoing would come
Only with Her command
for when she spoke
all their cities,
and their wonders,
were reduced to ash
And So many, were returned to the void
The Old Mother, would take them
as her Just due
What is a loss on our plane
is her gain!
What must be given?
and therefore, taken?
To rectify the crimes of man?
that which must be cast away
through the abrasive sands of time,
like these rituals of the worship of summer
Long Forgotten
Like the miniscule fragments of bone from the rattle
time tattles on the crimes of our enemies
the gaps in the glyphs or the millions
That know not their tongues and tomes!
So Must we entomb them, to be forgotten
In the loathsome heat of the sun
LET THE ELEMENTS REAP OUR VENGEANCE
Upon the descendents of our oppressors
May her Waters desecrate
the inheritors, of their plunder!
This worship is the warship of "summer":
Whats planted in the Spring
will grow in the summer
and come to harvest
in the beginning of the fall
But as we've learned
from the fools of Winter,
Perhaps some fruits are worth suffering for
SO! Like the azure painted beings!
FED TO THE SUN
So long ago, so must we, march up the pyrimid
and give, or take, what is commanded!
So much is asked, yet so little is offered
this void,
fuels the tanks, on the ship
THAT WILL BRING the war
The Perpetual Powder Keg
When the loathsome light of her son
scathes the surface and irradiates,
our globe
Hail the flames of decay!
for they are the flames of justice
Hail the stones throne in anger!
thru the windows of their false order
open the mountain sealing our bounty
If need be, When the chaos has settled
or in the heat of the battle,
take them, as captives, to the great old city
and paint THEM blue like the waters,
before their desecration,
and lead your azure enemies up the steps,
to the temple
atop the pyramid of the old ones,
and offer their hearts
to the bringers of rain
their pain, spins the wheels of time, and pays
the clouds not to rain, on the fields of our foes and enemies
those whose blood must be spilt,
in the war
that must be won, we must go, spearitually
toe to toe
with an enemy, thoroughly robed,
in the illusions of power
but the window, to destroy them
grows narrower by the hour
their visions, too dangerous,
to be left ALIVE
Invoke the WARSHIP armored
with the revelations
of the Worship of SUMMER
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6. |
Armado
04:47
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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
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7. |
For the Arrival of Fall
03:25
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Plucked from their world
For daring to host a vision
To leave it
Disinvited from the spectacle
For noting those profiting deceivers
No illusions about what could come
Keep the summer inside
For the far side of the wheel
When in the cold clutches of those
on the dark side of the sun
Remember the battles yet to be won
And hold close the vision
of the world we build With their
skulls crushed underfoot!
Beat your chest
in the face of the cold walls of fate
Fear not
the solitude
Knocked like the arrow
on the bow of the guardsmen
in the tower about to shoot
In the solitude
They threaten you with
Dilute the poison
From their world
Dissolve the calcification
From the lens of mind
In the caustic waters in the void
Let time come unhinged
From the grid they stapled on her spine.
Experience the eternal moment
In the torment
Of the stone walls
Built by the criminals who entrapped us
And fed us to the void
Let us only return to corporeal form
When the season of frostbite
and death is upon us
Bury me in the mound
Where lay my fallen siblings
They who died or were taken
In the wars yet to come
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8. |
Crush Them
04:29
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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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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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