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To be left ALIVE
Invoke the WARSHIP:
This track was electromagnetically deposited by an anomaly, caused by a comet, with a name that cannot be rendered in human speech, seen once only every 500 years, onto cassette tape and made available here in this format to warn of what is to come.
This track is also dedicated to all those that would let the season of heat boil their blood to cook their enemies in the broth of their rage to usher in change.
lyrics
For the Worship of Summer:
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 minuscule 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 descendants 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 pyramid
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 split,
in the war
that must be won, we must go, spiritually
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, that must be destroyed!
credits
released August 16, 2020
SUMMONER OF BLOOD: all perversions, strings, lyrical blasphemy, hell basses, swamp axes, firing squads and purges, and aural collectivization
FRATER KATILI:blessed conjuror of fleshbound battery