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Dead Hand
07:34
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A blackened layer coats the earth
Far beyond this land of decay,
Withered trees among a shattered world
In dust this empire shall remain
Behold the Blinding Light
Harvesting the life
Born of the dead hand
Malice of the gods
Purge the water dry
Ashes of the dead
Extinguish the flames
Only ashes remain
Beyond the wretched dead
Sing a somber hymn of dust
Under the blackened void
A fragile world scorched by bloodlust
Only I stand as god
To be worshipped by none
Disciple of the void
Harbinger of the Eschaton
Graves among the cosmos
Uprooted by the cold
Beneath the blackened sky
Of eternal Majesty
We praise oblivion,
As the stars fall into the sea.
Chaos has been reborn
From ashen cold hands.
Visions from beyond the void,
Ye shall dance among the damned.
Broken my will
A god in disguise
My blind revenge
Has stabbed my eyes
These bitter thoughts
Freeze my mind
Sever this hand
This dead hand is mine
Ashes stretch from sea to sea
Malice I cannot retain
Drowned redemption in the flames
Misery for eternity
All life in my dominion
Malformed for all time
Crushed by hatred
Defiling all of mankind
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Intrinsic Frost
07:47
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Deep within these woodlands the wind is not found,
gone too are all manner of creatures and thus, no sound.
This deathlike silence is unlike any that I have endured,
I find my thoughts cloudy, and my vision obscured.
My breath is slowed with hypothermia setting in,
stinging cold rime besets my frostbitten skin.
This creeping numbness does nothing to subside my agony,
not that this event could be construed as a tragedy.
Aspirations of untold magic and might
bring me to this place of murderous blight.
Prophetic scrolls told of a force that no mortal should seek,
I thought the warning more fitting for the moral and meek.
Rising in the sky I see the fruits of my labor take flight,
a stirring sea of celestial dissonance erupts into the night.
This mountain before me, cut nearly in twain,
spilling all the wonders that lie in the agape domain.
Though the air is riddled with this bloodied ascension,
the chaos unfolding is not what holds my attention.
Aspirations of untold magic and might
bring me to this place of murderous blight.
Prophetic scrolls told of a force that no mortal should seek,
I thought the warning more fitting for the moral and meek.
It's unclear if it's just me growing delusional with death at bay,
but I find my self staring at the trees around me, unable to look away.
A crystalline glaze covers everything in sight, soon to be lost.
In the last breath I will take, my eyes set upon this intrinsic frost
Deep within these woodlands the wind is not found,
gone too are all manner of creatures and thus, no sound.
This deathlike silence is unlike any that I have endured,
I find my thoughts cloudy, and my vision obscured.
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Gravespell San Diego, California
Formed August 2011, Gravespell holds a unique style of Blackened/Death Metal. Gravespell captures a melodic and atmospheric sound which blends the brutality of death metal and the raw power of black metal.
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