Wave of Bitterness

Między ustami a płucami jest przestrzeń
Między ustami a płucami jest przestrzeń
Między stopami a krokami jest wiecznie
Skórę wypełnia kosmos
Skórę wypełnia kosmos
Skórę wypełnia kosmos
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Między ustami a płucami jest przestrzeń
Między ustami a płucami jest przestrzeń
Między stopami a krokami jest wiecznie
Tak!
Skórę wypełnia kosmos
Skórę wypełnia kosmos
Skórę wypełnia kosmos
Skórę wypełnia kosmos
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The Lone Descent

War-torn land
Desolation
Floral slaughter
Desecration
Ruin as far as the eye can see

From the deathfield
Solitary entity blooms
Up from the wasteplains
A rose from the dead

Spreading its roots farther
Strengthening hold
Biding its time
Till flora reigns supreme

One day, the turn will be theirs
Downfall of the human filth
Careless suicide, murder malign
Their end shall mark a new era
The age of the Verdant Realm

Upon the grave of mankind my flowers will grow
Tear shed only for the loss of the verdurous
Monolith marking the passing
Of an age of waste
And the arrival of a budding dawn

Kiedy stoję, patrzę w okno, krótka chwila
Idą ludzie tam za bramą, jeszcze senni
Na ulicy mały płomień porzucony
Nasze domy pośród nocy
Nasze domy obok fabryk

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Downwards, downwards…
Life’s spiraling descent. 
All love is lost. 
Premature and unreasoning. 
Perversely chained without any values. 
Wretched, degraded. 
Take it all on the chin. 
To forever hold my peace…
The reins turned noose pull taunt as I fall. 
The figment is more painful than the fact, 
And I’m the one to hang, 
Just for being me! 
The murky clouds wash, 
Solace comforts me not, 
And I’m the one to hang, 
Just for being me! 
Black numbing blanket smothers attrition 
Once and for all. 

Fell Voices side A from their 2010 demo

In the mids of life we are in death

Bowing to a monolith of grief. Obsessing over discord. Daydreaming of nights that led my staggering steps to nowhere. Bathing in the Summer night’s cold and in the black of night, I feel so old. I feel so worn, quartered, and torn. Hung from the post where my brothers once sung. Cut from the tie where my sanity binds. Stuck in Winter’s Hell, with just you in mind. Waiting in the cold, where we hide behind. I can’t move on, because I can’t shed the weight of myself. There is no such thing as the past, present, or future. There just is, and it never goes away. I thought about you for the rest of the day. Catching my head turning to find you again. I hated myself for it.

Elevations and Depths

Horseback @ Uteh Music Fest earlier this year

This freezing chamber is inescapable. 
These ashen walls are insurmountable. 
Empty sockets see nothing but black, black, black abyss. Endless gloom. 
Endless solitude. 
A lifeless form. 
Twilight eternal. 
The current sweeps their bodies to shore. 
The last reminder of the death they endured. 
Of the oceans depths, they are now sure. 
No escape. 
Reaper, join us. 
Father of death, return to us. 
Empty sockets see nothing but black, black, black abyss. We are all lost between hell and the sea. 
The surface is shimmering—just beyond our reach. 
Why? 
Why have we been abandoned? 
Shadows grasp at the ghosts of memories. 
There is no release. 
There is no end in sight. 
Tomorrow will never come. 
I cannot let go. 
I can never let go. 

Thou / Fucking Chained to the Bottom of the Ocean