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Auguries of Menace
12:43
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Opening verse is sung in Czech and spoken again in Swedish
An inkling! We brace with guarded gasps!
What have we seen in the cold dim brook?
each wake is a facet of a greater truth!
The blood breaks at curious shores
like scabs it laps and clots
this blood is syphilitic
it is rife with consumption
ever is the wanting
ulcers in the stomach lining
boil, expand and suppurate
gangrenous it splits and spills!
evacuates its bowels
ruinous the tide will bloat
will ripple out and devastate
and all is beleaguered by
the Crown of red
tremendous stain
the Carrion Man
erect again
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Rains vent
winds wrath
the naked
elemental bows
in supplication
to our will
In the cleaved lands
idle
stone dormant
sands and
sleeping glades
will be shook to
weakling roots
the gored earth
torn in twain
interspersed verse -
// as I lead thee
to the altar
and lay amongst
the trinkets
and mandibles
entanglements
geometries and
shrouded notions
of half truths
and potent remedies//
A tragedy of talismans
and dismal dunces
rattle on the field of play
with stuttering tenacity
our hidden eyes watch
these souls crawl in the faults
between fossil and foil
of old tombs exposed
lick the earth with salted words
and leave the mark upon
the lines perceived as stigmata
disgraceful prediction
no life will dare to cross it
the salts amongst each grain
for now we make partitions
between us and suffering
sprigs of herb
motes of pummelled char
thrown about in curving cues
to signify each character
gurning mouths filled with tells
each flinch speaks of ambition
excommunication
our words are sired
by prophetic squalls
tormented eloquence
caught on insistent winds
come hither epiphany
from salient shards in eyes
fleeting light bejewelled
in iris folds, the peaks and troughs
of the wanderer whose might is fair
naive and brave of meat so rare
shall slake the thirst for blood
tempt them on from safeties clutch
viridian soft and succulent
Into the dry and brittle harbour
the carcass splints forever jarring
come one and all into us
coven bleed within the well
and clot to dam their veins
eyes bound, to shirk all sunlight
ears blocked to muffle nuisance
pluck ligaments of cause
to feel each taught thread with
nimble minds, place with purpose
forage amongst their organs
to sway young minds
our fingers thread
through epidermis
And bestill all beating hearts
Bestill all beating hearts
tension sought in the crooked husks
of the seedlings of cruel unusual endings // Turn no blind eye!
fools of whim and the pawns that fend
off the self righteous blight of their black inventions // Whose course is ill!
knuckles sore as we kneed the fates
with our wending hands, cast our veneration // Of the blackest
to the waining gods of the sickly cities
whose parasites have choked them to asphyxiation //swallowing pit
when glib smiles stretch to show yellow teeth
and the kindly hand is marked by leprosy // the nullity
if the petals fall in the fertile days
if the pox has sprung from the well spring // shattered charms
send a single shard of the wilful balm
in the hope of sopor, in the hope of sopor
wither stubborn sun, under sulphurous glare
but will not die by its sundering stare
gather up the strength to fly further from the bosom
the ice will sure your footing far from icy steppe
you are no pretender,
no pale and dull witted thing
our hands never falter,
each digit is divined
go to them
know their might!
wrench wide the
mouth clenched!
hasten harbinger
of the wrathful forest!
rains vent,
winds wrath
the naked
elemental bows
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2. |
Beyond the Cleaved Land
05:19
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The pitted light grazes
Drawings eyes to briefest glimpses
Beyond the sparse and umber land
Spinous peaks and torn towers
not encumbered by firs utterance
the vertebrae rise in vivid order
of the world from long before
a land that's wears its thread-bear shawl
when the skin is peeled
and the muscle revealed
veinous entanglement
pulse with percussive rhythm
We sway and teeter to its
raw and febrile syncopation
It's allure irresistible
we are drawn up, the pipers tone
and at once the land we have known
seems so very distant
here at the divined line
where forest edge is well defined
and beyond its steely realm
a place unknown to all
It holds
a quality
diminished life and violence
memories that have survived
in frightful clarity
the stretching sky, languor shrouds
pulled taught toward with vigorous breath
the ruptured path; chisel hewn
of swarming storms, exhume!
the petulant gods, unbeholden to us
lash and lambaste
curdled clouds, clotted fat
the jaundiced milk spills foul
deific whims of a god who gloats
diabolical rules that we suffer under
the petulant gods, unbeholden to us
lash and lambaste
the petulant gods, unbeholden to us
lash and lambaste
held in its grasp, the consequence
I can never run away from it
my fellow Norr beseech me
they pray that I not tread beyond
but what does one gain from
such fear that is inclined to halt
And I am gone, into the breach
under my feet, sheen of bone
the stark sand blasted rubble
a poverty of the living
engulfed with tumultuous grit
where no one could possibly dwell
behemoth shoulders
and the shadow they do bring
draping the grey cold where
the sun is at its peak
my body strains to preserve
what little I have left
the presence of old machine
precision cuts of industry
and the sand once molten
now static cusps of glass
do you still
smile for us
old forgiving grin?
whilst we wade
amongst the
remnants of
our malady
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3. |
The Hunt
03:53
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I see their intent, vehement!
I see their hands gripping
terrible tools unforgiving
catch the meat! they cry!
they come for me, the meagre prey
venal with shiver teeth, gnashing cuspids
mercenary tongues hang pendulous
and drool hungry promises
crack, splinter, tracks in the earth
I am betrayed by my own girth
thorns tear in the rigorous earth
and my body seizes with fear
I see their dishonest eyes
caught in the slaver enamour
burst from the maggot skin
vile flies birthing forth
pestilent the red swarm
vibrant nauseas hum
lascivious spittle, insatiable
their proboscis infatuated, fat on our blood
far flung from the womb
in the clutch of the sands swoon
funnelled into dry river channel
and my bleating throat quavers
as i realise my error
for now I am hemmed in and herded!
all that I am,
a graze, a bruise
All that I am
a failing echo
all the I am
rendered meat
can this be all that I’ve been born for?
the lustful gaul of bloodied hands?
Am I just giving in? Am I just giving in?
For the solace of old Tyton
and curvature of her appease
am I just giving all? Am I just giving all?
all that I am, all that I am
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4. |
A City Of Gristle
08:59
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pray for reprieve! Implore!
strung to the pathetic fools caught in their devious snare
trussed up by my hands, writhe!
writhe against lashes and tormented riling words
they mock me, with shame!
sordid hands paw at my face, my forgiving grin
and smear my skin
they violate life with innards of fauna and scrawl
the shame of their creed, a blooded cause
they wear on their hides, inglorious
the red endeavour all brutality
with slavish tread, aching a path
we are bound for their lair, uncertainty
bound for abandon
metropolis! In awe!
the light stain of day brims with raucous and hideous life
a city of gristle, ghouls!
skitter and grope in gargantuan scapes
of a people
alive in its lungs, providing it with insufficient breath
stare at our sorry state, delirium!
clung to the girders and rigging of a funeral past
the light incendiary
a world enamoured in gold
shards in calcified eyes
slick tar of hysteria
brims and breaks
carcass vistas!
In the sweltering fury
blood boiling heat
burning luminous vents!
And the bodies blister,
our fingers fray to ribbons
Into the mines! It blinds!
the sun song whimpers, yet the dark will not solve
beneath the tarnished facade, a truth!
the twisted viscera of fallen colossus
we cut at their leathery skin, a sin!
and gnaw on the metal marrow within
oh how we wither and wheeze, we choke!
and cough up the blood speckled phlegm; indignant
Motor of blood and of bone, we moan!
The brawn fuel mortar of a villainous kin
seeking out fools such as I; a child
cartilage gears mimic antediluvian;
effigies of the unknown, totems
bound with sinew into convolutions
ruddy red from the quarry, we bleed!
And the cuts weep, eyes run with the bite of the whip
here in the dark
faces are marked
insignia of tribes blur with filth
stolen away
by these mortal thieves
no more demon than I!
to whet the stones that carve this industrious charnel house
the feudal chiefs bicker and mete out fates for their marionettes
below we ponder and plot such sweet and peculiar threats
idle for now, they wait for their introduction
my lesson is learned, for whats its worth
of haste I know, how little if offers
its scent fleeting and beguiling
irrational, insane!
I was its pupil, a play thing
a willing serf, or talisman
of impatience and sloth
dank consequence, ill gotten fruit
my eloquence
a new lesson
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5. |
Crown in Red
12:12
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Amongst this den, a din of voices
equal in their resplendent iniquity
soup of botulism
clothed in the trappings
of their myriad debauchery
stale and foul
fawning over
baubles of gold
inelegant ornaments
draped over fineries
a perspiring stench
crudely caste, vainglorious
plagues have taken
residence in;
fecund skins, pale as milk
welts of putrid puss painted with
fat liquor and chalk
applied as medicine
they droop from balconies
and collapsing thoroughfares
of ruined structures
raise me;
raise thy fingers
lace like filaments
intravenous
Tesh bore within
trotted out before their seat
the pungent regal sneer
all manner of feigned disgust
usher us onward with scorn
worn and vulnerable
served a finite purpose
in the cratered depths
destined for the bite
of another whip
surrender, surrender,
no hope of pardon in sight
If we tender, we tender
resign ourselves to this life
so we remember, remember
the reverie of an absent home
beg not for forgiving
pray not for emancipation
No longer hope for revenge
yet for the longing alone
no surrender surrender
No surrender in sight
chains that are leaden dig into heels and have riven me to smithereens
no surrender surrender
No surrender in sight
no surrender surrender
No surrender in sight
the blood is emollient shackles have loosened the slightest chance of release
surrender surrender
No surrender in sight
surrender surrender
No surrender in sight
We tear away the stays and flee from their eyes into crowds of the terrified
surrender surrender
No surrender in sight
surrender surrender
No surrender in sight
At once we are lost in the audience drawn to our pathetic demise
salacious they pour
over one another
onwards to the outer reaches
yelp and hiss with strangled laughter
insubordinate hands
the sons and daughters
stripped of their personhood
running for their lives
the city clung to the edge
of a precipice, below
a wide and billowed expanse
a dreadful comprehension
unravelled in welling eyes
amidst the pleats of dust
a vast army red in tooth and claw
on steeples hilts and obelisks
traction engines hauled
by compatriots of the irons
drag the terrible machines
the banners cast in cardinal
bathed in the blood of their foe
dragging it north
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