from by Neist




In the presence of gods
My skull is the sky without bounds
All for nothing. It crumbles away from me
Reaching may rattle their chains
They may hold my fate but they'll not slow the ice in my veins

Sow seeds of the shepherd's gift
And reap dreams of dissent
We're all fading away into emptiness
Nothing's wrong- nothing's left

These screams of torment
And the ocean spray's cold-
I shall bury you deep with the head of the steed that will carry you home!

As flesh became earth I am one
My blood birthed thew seas
And my words were all fed to the Sun
I am pain- I am joy
I am all that is not
And they've named me The Void

Sow seeds of the shepherd's gift
What we harvest is lies
We're all rotting away in this emptiness
Empty souls- empty lives

And it tears me apart when I think I made promises knowing these days slip away from me
Splitting old wounds

And this goes to the trodden
And this goes to the meek
All the people who're made afraid to speak
And this goes to the rotten
And those cast on the rocks...
There's blackness in all our thoughts.


from Raise To Ruin, released April 1, 2017
Written and performed by Andy Beekman and Damian C. Duross
Recorded at Stinkfat Studios



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Blackened Death from the desolate foothills of Upstate NY.

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