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Ghosts of Grief
03:14
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A violent wind is ripping, Cold enough to kill
A bare old tree is shaking, alone upon the hill
Here the earth was salted, a place where nothing grows
Within this strangled garden, the ghosts of grief still moan
Behold the earth’s great toothless mouth, slobbering for you
Hark! the sky’s cycloptic eye, lidless, rotting you
I see the dirt, I feel the worms, the vast eroding of the tide
The darkness when all hope has failed; the last light dies
As every love and comfort turns to shrapnel in your wounds
Every tie is severed, made a mockery in bone
The children of the ghosts of grief, bound in blackened twine,
Live our haunted half-lives, maimed in our prime
An iron scythe came reaping, silent in the dark
Through flowers of life and thorns of youth as petals fell in shards
An unwilling one was martyred for a selfish greedy cause
And the ghosts of grief are mourning for a life that never was
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Angel of Sleep
03:37
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I saw the angel in the empty space
I lay still as if in chains
Dreaming in the darkness
Practicing for death
Passing over this ruined body
Caressing this wrecked flesh
As I lay here rotting
Practicing for death
Passing over this ruined body
Caressing this wrecked flesh
I saw its eyes, petrified
I saw its smile, ossified
I saw the angel in the shrinking room
Weeping in my sick-bed tomb
A guardian, a parasite, a scavenger of breath
As I lay here fading
Begging to rest
It offered me a chalice then it drained me to my dregs
A libation for this carrion, cold and pestilent
I saw its smile, its lipless mouth, the stains upon its teeth
The maggots on its rotting wings, the lilies on its wreath
I felt the terror of a stranger’s breath
A hypnogogic vision in an empty room
Gently closing sunken eyes
As I lay here rotting
Greeting death
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The Guilty Dead
04:25
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The turning of the steel wheels, the gnashing of the gears
The echoes of brutality ring out across the years
Digging in detritus for the messages and signs
For rusted nails that fit the wounds of those you left behind
The dead, the silent dead
What answers lie in bones?
The dead, the guilty dead
Never to atone
What meanings could I read in a corpse’s glassy eyes?
The sky-vast cog has turned again, the blood has never dried
What answers on this killing floor? And why have I returned?
In the cruelty of the abattoir, there are no lessons learned
Skulls answer to none
What have you done?
How can I forgive at an unmarked grave?
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Corpse Bird UK
Queer Chaos Metal
Bristol, UK
Formerly Void
Angel.
All downloads are pay what you feel. All money goes to the Bent Bars Project
www.bentbarsproject.org
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