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Iowa Black Mass (Intro)
02:03
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(none)
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2. |
Empty Field Eloquence
06:38
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The field was set fire long ago
And nothing is left
Beauty won't be known
The wind will never blow
The river won't overflow
Empty field eloquence
Eden's in abscondence (x2)
Life was doomed long before
And nothing is left
Godless law restored
In the fruitless womb of a whore
Empty field eloquence
Eden's in abscondence (x2)
Set my still state scorched in swarms of sun's splitting silence..soul ditched for dirt..drained deeper then dreams.. dredged of reason.. only a rancid redeemer remains..
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3. |
Burn Pit Purge
04:29
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Toss the infants of God into the burn pit
The future scum of the church's venom spit
Baptism in debris of filth and excess
Sun through dust, the servants coalesce
Throw the sons of Christ into the burn pit
From the dried feces of hogs it will be lit
Baptism in debris of filth and excess
Sun through dust, the servants coalesce
They will be burned in the trash they create
They are earned of the purge that awaits
Force the daughters of Mary into the burn pit
Boiling and reeking like the foulest human shit
We will drink and indulge around the smoke
Spilling whiskey in the flames to stoke
They will be burned in the trash they create
They are earned of the purge that awaits
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4. |
Places Silent and Black
04:25
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In skeleton barns
Over gravel and grass
We scream, Fuck God
At this black Iowa mass
Year-old stalks claw up
Death-twisted-dirt
You owe us all that you keep close
Our hunger bellowing like 1,000 wolves
Slain in agony, calling your name
To places silent and black
We filled our bodies
Of feral flames
Foretold by fall's failed oath
To places silent and black
We are commanded
Of colossal winds
That whisper the world's...last breath
Robes with no presence
Of life or bodies beneath them
Are huddled in prayer
Wood beams to the starry abyss
Form crosses turned south
In the name of our betrayal
To places silent and black
We filled our bodies
Of feral flames
Foretold by fall's failed oath
To places silent and black
We are commanded
Of colossal winds
That whisper the world's...last breath
In skeleton barns
Over gravel and grass
We scream, Fuck God
At this black Iowa mass
Raise your weapons to the heavens
Knowers of the secret name
We'll have Christ's head
On a fucking plate
Before dawn breaks
We'll have Christ's head on a fucking plate...
To places so silent and black
We filled our bodies of the feral flames!
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5. |
Burial Bluffs
05:16
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The burial bluffs
Is a perfect place
For a mass grave
Of the Christian slaves
Under river rock
Religion’s erased
Bodies of the saved
To the worms we gave
Believe it
We’ll empty the pews
Empty our guns in you
Through carnivorous cliffs
Bones pile below
The roots crush slow
The Stench, circling the crow
In Indian grounds
Burrowed in deep
As the insects reap
The heaps of Christ’s sheep
Believe it
We’ll empty the pews
Empty our guns in you
Cresting like the waters of a flood
We end this drought
And it storms Christian blood
(x2)
Our chains seal the chapel doors
Buckshot in tow
Down the rows
They drop one by one by one
Hunted like caged deer
Helpless in the cross’s shadow
We mock and destroy and rape and rape and rape
Drunk of sacred wine
Screaming in a blackout madness
Howling in primal ecstasy
Believe it
We’ll empty the pews
Empty our guns in you
Overlooking the mighty muddy
The final resting spot
Afterlife we brought
Is simply to rot
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7. |
Become Bone
04:42
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Morality turned against
The pale vestige
Of this accursed dream
Offered to the tasteless palette
That silence souls vast
Battling eyes that see through
Bleed me on the wastes of wind-swept stone
For I was birthed and bound to become bone
Memorials forgot
Corroding the caskets
Contorted molds
There is no eternal life
Just the final clangors
Of exit’s exhaust
Bleed me on the wastes of wind-swept stone
For I was birthed and bound to become bone
Birthed and bound to become bone
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8. |
Torch the Temple
05:08
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We surround you
Axis of ash and eyes
In a flaming halo
God’s designs demise
Scorch the scripture
Let the smoke fill our lungs
Torch the temple
‘Til the black mists eclipse the sun
The holes are exposed
In center erode
Widening the chasms
He once bestowed
Disciples on high
Chained and raised
Burned before the skies
They once praised
We surround you
Axis of ash and eyes
In a flaming halo
God’s designs demise
Scorch the scripture
Let the smoke fill our lungs
Torch the temple
‘Til the black mists eclipse the sun
Black horror seething
Triumphant elation
The carnal vapors
Of rotting creation
Crawling slow like
Maddening speech
Formless arm smolders
An unbounded reach
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