Lo, the Curse of the World Cometh

by Grue

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Available on split cassette with Word of Unmaking.

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released August 22, 2012

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Track Name: Ascending the Necrolith
Let their voices cry, let the wind polish their bones: past loves, past lives
Let their graves make a ladder, up and through the clouds I'll climb with mason's apron and bloody scythe

My necrolith, reaching up to pierce the sky

Every night I raise the noose and every dawn I climb another rung and part the clouds with bloodstained hands
Let the moon avert her eyes and the stars curse my name: I will touch only bone, see only this nightmare dreamscape

From atop my necrolith I can see forever: and this is all there is
Track Name: In the House of Nemesis
Vengeance on frozen wings, rending the firmament
We are cursed - we are a curse

Plague world, spreading disease: when Nemesis rises the stars scream
We are cursed - we are a curse

Behold: this shadowed orb
Behold: this dismal sphere
Behold: Nemesis
Behold: your rotten world
Track Name: Across Black Seas of Infinity
No wind stirs our sails, no oars part the waves below
And no flags the clouds above
And our wake lies still
And no light escapes from the chill: we sail across black seas of infinity

Our masts tear the clouds
Neath our decks babble more and less than human tongues
Our figureheads: grotesques, abhorrently familiar

So look to the skies and learn from the waves: your horizon is the mouth of a grave, and we bring it with us
Yes we bring it with us: closer to the shores you know.