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Adornment

I sing the songs of old taught to me by the lonely priests of my childhood, my childhood
They lift and carry me with the softest touch, the softest touch

We begin to ascend into the sky

The climbing monks they carry me on their backs
They ascend up the tree so effortlessly
All the bodies of the faithful and the fiends
Still hanging on the tree fill me with a feeling of light

The delinquent is on her knees spitting blood, spitting blood
She must burn in jealousy knowing that I will ascend to heaven

She’ll rot for our god, for her sins

The desiccated carcasses and rotting flesh
Of the hundreds who have been slain for this putrid rite
So many that have given themselves to their lord
So many that have been adorned against their will for your god

As I’m drug up the tree dangling, dangling
From ropes tied to the priests, these hanging priests, the filthy beasts

I swing and slam into the tree




I stare into the faces of the dead
They’re soulless yet they seem to call to me
They suffered their last moments here on the tree
The hundreds who have died for this loathsome deity

The poundings like some relentless cold dead heart
Extracted from my worst nightmares and brought to life
The hammer meets the nail then it rips through flesh
To bind you to your god just as you wish, for eternity

We’ve marched to the tree
As we ascend you’ll see this is our destiny
As the blood flows our god descends and we become one

The stench of rot makes me retch
Bile rises in my throat and spews from my lips
I scream and curse at these hanging priests
As they haul us up the tree

You all believe that this tree will grant you life

Lift me up; nail me down, so I may feel god’s love

All your promises are lies there is nothing

Hoist me up; tie me down, there is no god above

The perfume of the sacrifices
To me is sweeter than honey
And it is more intoxicating
Than the finest of wines

The smell of decay overwhelms me
My mind lost in agony
My body shivers with disgust as the horror sets in

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from Harrowing Catharsis, released October 29, 2011

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Earth Burnt Black Greeley, Colorado

HARROWING
-adjective
1. Extremely disturbing or distressing; grievous.

CATHARSIS
-noun
1. The purging of emotions or relieving of emotional tensions, especially through art as tragedy or music.
2. A psychological technique used to relieve tension, anxiety, or fear.
3. Cleansing one’s emotional state.

EARTH BURNT BLACK
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1. Colorado based quartet.
2. Contains thrash, doom and prog.
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