Tracks

01. Wolves In The Throne Room
02. Hands Pull You Through Purple
03. Black Tea
04. If This Dark Age Conquers, We Will Leave This Echo
05. Womb Of Fire



01. Wolves In The Throne Room

Written as it appears on the insert:

this foe seems far beyond all of us you and i he devours the fuel our fires you grip
hilts of ruin your majesties will rot away today are claws are sheathed in your flesh
they stole crystals from the mountain core vengeance is what the spirits of the valley
crave hands talons and paws are hanging in their bed chamber one by one we climb the
walls pale guards we slit their throats royal courtiers gape with fear blue black blood
pumping sallow adrenalin they stole the crystals from the mountain core vengeance is
what the spirits of the valley crave hands talons and paws are hanging in their bed
chamber usurp the tyrants rip their thrones to splinters and dust tear their alters down
dethrone the tyrants shatter their bones and devour the marrow tear their alters down
One by one we climb the walls the pale guards we slit their throats royal courtiers gape
with fear blue black blood pumping sallow adrenalin.

The shadows cast by the forest of my mind can black out their world let our darkness
spread let our dreams manifest the shadows cast by the forest of my mind fall upon their
ruin.


02. Hands Pull You Through Purple

feel the kiss and the sand on your tongue
it always makes you want
but you could grasp it if it were to show you its eyes
your longing like every stranger you see
can you make it better than your best? every minute
counts the time you can't change
did you feel left behind was the time too quick for you? do you
tell your self it's all temporary?
dreams of the pure white pillows, mother...
hate through creation love through creation
all colors vibrant and new
are you reborn now or that much closer to the sleep?
you fear or long for...


03. Black Tea

I've been swallowing swards for so many years now cold metal against my throat day
after day my swollen tonsil are my reality organs turn black to awaken is to feel sick to be
possessed by anxiety my sole is stretched thin X2 The arrow points do not puncture my
organs they have been slowly dulled by my stomach acids and bile when I drink the black
tea that is my remedy my cure the unclean existence of metal becomes clear now with
every passing moment organs turned black to awaken is to feel sick to be possessed by
anxiety my soles stretched thin


04. If This Dark Age Conquers, We Will Leave This Echo

in the forest darkness we embrace why do these things never want to stay here for long
silver stars light up your hair melt my hate away in the moonlight's (sic) brilliance in the forest
darkness we gaze why do these things never want to stay here for long we [s]it on thrones
that course with life melt my hate away in the moonlights brilliance
We meld in our hibernation Icelandic ballads serenade us we meld in our hibernation
your warmth is sweat (sic) but winters (sic) ending she dawns her armor forged of moonlight feline
eyes flash with ancient knowledge along with a sadness the mourning of her ransacked
temples she could ruin you all if if she wanted softly whispering serrated truths into the
darkness jagged foretelling threaten concrete and steel we meld in our hibernation
iclandic (sic) ballads serenade us we meld in our hibernation your warmth is sweat but winters (sic) ending.

When our gazes lock the peripheral hatred melts
the false texture of ruin no longer sickens me
I see these things diminish our lives
I know this doesn't seem real
The screams of you ancestors are deafening in your head now
I fantasize of flesh and wood limbs tearing concrete
I know you treble now

This age is death
But my tears don't fall with you yet this sickening cruelty surrounds our city
Small children buried in their homes primordial forests silenced
But I don't claw my eyes out
If this dark age conquers we will leave this echo.


05. Womb Of Fire

She draws her weapon elegantly and places it upon her lips
Now her words shine the Red and the scent of roses
Come let her take you by her little white hands
And guide you to the fields of calla lilies
Let the fiery reds muffle your eyes
Inspect her neck and see all the precious ornaments
You know you're going to be the one in the middle of her chest.
The one between her breasts as she stands over you in complete confidence.

There is no need for knights in shining armor
They'll only rust in her water
See the pilings at her feet
We are expendable bags of meat
Womb of Fire.