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Respire
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Crawl to delicate ones upon eggs of fasting bird,
dancing above they've cast their shadow.
Mercy swayed.
Coiled taste.
Dawn, we play in glass direct
what paths fold, dusk's stance
Conceal lineage and mother's milk.
Become now... rite of fertile sand coasts.
Four corners
Four legs
of foe manner, with shallow lips.
Take them in swift and just...
Crawl.
Trumping pillars to lay beside conditioned crave.
A frenzied declare.
Lucid shell drapes melting bone.
...a blind eye infect the quickest to the draw.
Made last in spoil,
Made last in spoil.
Yearn supreme over the four points
a conquest to observe radiant seed.
Duel of moons with hands not my own,
as reflections go, unrecognized---- in this feuding stream.
Line body with rock.
Fill in.
is it anchored precise?
So lucid shell, drapes melting bone
the quickest to the draw.
Made last in spoil.
Made last in spoil.
Flashes perform to the mourning door,
cold is the touch.
Grasping aimed descent.
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The rails of sweat
and power sprawl... goodnight.
Serpent, born of men, the focused point
slithering tracks to prey abound.
Seal of sand keeper of the bounty
dreaming in six shooter clench.
Dreams of pale horses
whom design high hunt.
A game of chase and redemption resolve...
taste of lead fills our grail,
vultures careen above in anxious pursuit.
Fortunes dealt with avarice recite.
Too many fathers leaving bread trails behind for sons and daughters echo
forks in the route in chance we convict.
Spy fiction folds in ready streets
antique people on guard they stalk and bare arms.
Fashioned in rust, mechanized are the limbs
Precious cargo our shadows nailed thrice.
Vertically aimed and steady pull
hard silence grips the scene.
Spy fiction folds in ready streets
antique people on guard they stalk and bare arms.
Vessel of the arsonist, counsel of discord.
To concrete drifts, I succumb.
I succumb.
To the concrete drifts, I succumb.
Spectres reveal and boast of prelation
a toast to the sunken ship
vessel of the arsonist.
Counsel of discord,
embellish hideous shell for the occasion calls.
Sulfur accost the lungs
for maiden swallow.
Framed silhouettes serenade the procession
To the concrete drifts, I succumb.
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To awaken sleeping entombed
...buried beneath the dunes.
Through sands that sting in voyeur sight,
and skin in drought.
To awaken sleeping entombed
...buried beneath the dunes.
Shine merciless light
inspiring construct of the man becoming.
Retrace shallow steps, take the lead.
An eye for an eye upon pressing charge.
Racing the moon to the town of vengeful birth,
where the dreaming and lust met in collaboration.
To wither the golden rose in bloom.
Wielding with double fisting boast.
Alarmed, through swinging door declare.
How you called the beast to stand.
Propose, a dual to the makers in dust.
Challenge provoke.
Back to back
As we kneel in unified choreography...
we draw.
To awaken sleeping entombed,
buried beneath the dunes.
To awaken sleeping entombed,
buried beneath the dunes.
Counting the tease to the bell singing climax
the moment concealed spectators await.
Compare.
In the blink of a stern eye oppositions exchange
Measure.
with every hit mirrored upon the giver.
Measure.
Compare.
Measure.
Steadfast through chasms of synthetic mountains,
fertile pasture for king's graze.
As cold sweat saturates promiscuous brow
and thirsting lips quench on fragments of golden scraps.
The horseman stands a top shading rampart,
patiently waiting for the hunter's descent.
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Of murky lay and foul descent
emerge from these casting bonds.
The once cackling condemners to choke
on nocturnal breath.
Now bow to a deviated form.
...and align to new crown's grace.
Now bow to deviated form.
Reborn of night construct
forged in turbid flame
steel salvaged from the knives behind.
Cleanse penetrating wound,
amend advanced being.
Open wide,
sever the tongues.
I am ravenous will,
fore fathering guilt.
The once cackling condemners to choke
on nocturnal breath.
...and align to new crown's grace
now bow to deviated form.
Reborn of night construct,
forged in turbid flame.
Steel salvaged from the knives behind.
Cleanse penetrating wound,
-Align
amend advanced being.
-To new crown's grace
Open wide,
-Now bow to deviated form
sever the tongues.
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FELL RUIN Detroit, Michigan
Since its conception in 2014, FELL RUIN has been an ever evolving metal soundscape of dark, cathartic storytelling. A grand, shadow vessel navigating through obscurity and provocatively into the sonic fray. Transmuting elements of black and death metal, progressive metal and avant-garde doom. ... more
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