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reanimation, not enough for us
first thought: space travel will be ours
dead. cold to the touch, a new cold war
we must conquer the stars
immortal; unable to die
only one hope for us to find our rest
it may not work but we must try to find solace in the nuclear inferno of the sun
underground away from mortal interruption
space program is underway
where did we get the knowledge to build this ship? we went to NASA and we ate their brains
take to the stratosphere
away from those in whom we inspire only fear
now we are in motion, we surely cannot fail...
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Blood Tide
12:09
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i have made hell a place on earth
from the moment of my birth
my torturers have been
everyone I have known or loved or seen
my life is a sick parody
of anything I could hope to be
frustration my damnation
I try to die- no such salvation
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Seismic Ordeal
07:15
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inching ever closer, continents collide
grating plate tectonics, a crash and a divide
great volcanic gateway, molten afterbirth
lava spewing wound, lacerated earth
ancient built up tension ends with a single chime
briefest crash, meaningless in this geographic time
but to our tiny minds, earthquakes and tsunamis
hit like devil punishments, decimating armies
seventy million years of pressure builds ten thousand mountains
himalayan juggernauts and vast explosive fountains
continent formation through fusions and through tears
like cumulus humilis over several million years
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Eternal Pagan Winter
10:01
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1>THE PERFECT MURDER
your love alone is not enough to spare premeditated killing
trade all your heroes in for ghosts as I carry you prone, and silent willing
fingerprints are washed away
by melting frost and sweet decay
brittle ribcage torn apart
ethereal hole straight through your heart
ritual slaughter, hallowed earth
fuel, my love, for my rebirth
eternal life tears me in two
i can't die, so I must kill you
burn the candles, stoke the fire
spiced and vicious funeral pyre
love for you will haunt my soul
despair, your lacking leaves a hole
just like the fissure through your breast
the bloody passage through your chest
cleaved by ice, then sealed by flames
sacred chanting, wicked names
DEATH, DEATH WILL TEAR US APART
my immortal lustful greed
DO YOU CRY OUT IN YOUR SLEEP,
as I contemplate the deed?
ALL MY FAILINGS ARE EXPOSED
in this shard of holy ice
I GET A TASTE IN MY MOUTH
as take my aim... precise
2>OVERTURE
Sub-zero! Cardio!
Fatal frigid frosty glow!
Eternal life and deep regret!
Eternal loss, I can't forget!
Sub-zero! Cardio!
Sacrifice in sacred snow!
All too high, the price to pay!
Blood and tears of my dismay!
Sub-zero! Cardio!
Colossal price, accursed snow!
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HE WHO BUILT MY HEARSE is a an experimental drone/doom project formed in Lancaster, UK, as a soundtrack to the impending downfall of the human race and all of it's collaborators. Repent. Repent.
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