Spiine
Tetraptych

Tracklist

• 1. Myroblysiia (15:33)
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  My internal collapse - dare to stand
  Open the mouths, chasms of the forebear’s corpse
  The taste of our mother’s flesh, the fading chorus
  Embodied the motionless who pause to exhale
  
  Hands severed and hung aligned
  Scavenged fragments of the wretched dressed
  The nigredo carved upon the forehead with fire
  It is legion that hides within. Therein. Herein. Within.
  
  Assembled, orb-less, black mires mourning
  Watchers in the wake, carrion choir
  Rivers traced upon the ravaged callouses
  The crux, the cripple - I, futility, I, futility
  Futility
  
  A hammer held by gnarled fingers
  The fist of cold stares, the unrelenting
  A cry to mass, phantom phrasings
  The rise and fall of faith
  
  My other name spoke from within this ruin - and hallowed be…
  As I nailed the hands of the many limbed - O endless limbs
  Aloft, their palms acknowledged, anointed…and drowning
  Odour of sanctity, blessed putrescence
  
  It beckoned the dead man and his burial places
  As dyadic yet as I
  Transfiguration of melded light
  For it is divinity who hides within. Therein. Herein.
  
  There is only all
  Wretched in all this glory
  There is only I
  Radiant in rot
• 2. Glaciial (17:00)
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  Weep of all white
  Weighted faces of misery
  Weep of all white
  
  As the rivers run - of dying swans
  Contorting to ruin
  
  From the aqueducts of anguish
  Persistence / Always
  The colossus of pain, of mind and bone, melting tow
  Of the maudlin creases, to heave, bereave
  
  Veins seep the valleys
  Like bloated worms of the earth
  The gravity, the burden, the will
  Draping clouded skin
  Breathing against the current
  Drowning in bitterness
  Beloved frailty
  The perpetual strain
  The strain
  Senescent
  Estranged
  
  Time-scapes grind
  The flowing form
  Stretched across mould
  Degenerating
  From the fractures
  Of antiquity
  The everlasting lies - all lies
  The lies of all flesh...
  
  Piercing the silence
  The deafening dawn
  
  Against the rising sun
  The fading pulse
  Echoes of life
  We are
  
  All paths converge
  Descent upon descent
  The great cleansing
  The age of cold
  Old
  Glacial
  Old
• 3. Oubliiette (14:00)
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  O framed, grace fall - broken, forgotten
  Where depths erode God’s hand
  The grime, the coarse, all the vile
  I sup the bile of man
  I bathe in the waste of man
  
  Gleaming eyes through filth
  Of Caravaggio scorning
  Fading, a bowed ray of light
  Memories in halo, to paint away this mind
  
  Walls of shadow, wells of sorrow, they call my name
  
  Pallid vessel
  Gnarled, arched, and true
  Cynosure, the poisoned arrow
  The brush, tendrils of mine
  Reaching, composing, violating
  All my blessings…
  
  Of mortar and mould
  Nails trace their cold faces
  Upon weary stone stares
  The art of my haemorrhage
  
  A portrait to this dolour
  Tetraptych, these walls
  Panels loom limbo
  The endless forms of suffering
  Smothering...
  
  I, enthroned... Dethroned
  Where this existence belongs
  I sit, I breathe, I wait
  Upon this mound of bones
  The gallery stares
  I am home
  I am home
• 4. Wriithe (16:59)
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  This room, cold, empty
  O father, failure
  Forsaken but free
  For hate is the house of the holy
  
  With severed wings and a cross to burn
  A fist of ash when dust is the fare
  Time fleeting, the disease of life
  Faith's perversion
  Godless...rise
  
  Pages of skin turn
  With the carving wind
  The endless churning
  ...degradation
  And beaten with forked tongues
  Smothered in gold
  Lashings of the sun
  Awaiting it's fall
  The fall…the fall of light
  ...And the fear of hope
  What are we without hope?
  
  Crown of the eclipse
  Wreathed, this blackhole - hollow
  Vacant righteousness
  Long live their emptiness
  Swallowing the void
  Inversion of being
  Becoming whole – Revealing
  
  Onwards - withered and worn
  And the rats trail bearing gifts
  Gnawing of limbs, festering - Vermin gods, pathetic
  In worship, in wake - Sepsis, seeping - parched are the children
  Weeping tears, as maggots fall into the well of stone hands
  Broken teeth scraping mould, earned granules
  Insatiable
  The age of illusion
  Phantasmagoria
  The poison of promise
  Purging from divine eyes
  One last kiss
  
  Crawling as one
  Despair, a mouthing draught
  Bleeding the path, serpentine
  From flesh to bone
  The wear of the way
  Wading worth in waste
  Dying, the stench to come
  What was will be
  -And the bodies will rise-
  
  Pain is always
  Our bloodletting, heart-wrenching
  Writhe
  Silence waits with open arms
  War within, war without
  To suffer is to know
  To writhe is to live
  Writhe
Duration: 01:03:32