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Towards a Futile Existence

by Escarion

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1.
We know what we're running to And still we keep up the incessant pace Won't lose face As our holocaust of factory farms lines the burning hills Little bird Fly on, fly on Towards the bleak sky we have gifted you I don't envy your wings anymore Victim to the smog of our self effacement Unwitting recruit you are inducted As we pave the way To the future Navigating the landscape of grief Monotonous mediocracy of the mundane Was it worth this Syncopated misery and despair The grandeur of profound memories Are a footnote in the tome of a niche narrative Never written For the tongue cannot decipher The arc of Noah sailing through Styx And the infernal rains pour upon us A cancer concealed within Without knowledge we walk This path paved in shattered souls Of those who lived a life unfulfilled And yet we walk With despair in our hearts Towards a Futile Existence Pulled me under Torn asunder Won't give an inch back of what we've taken We're drowning at our own hands We walk towards a futile existence Concrete souls Discrete control Puppets of our own creation Strings tangled in self-obsession Fixed painted smiles crease tighter and tighter All the while the stage burns around us The stage burns From the branches of Yggdrasil I hang With a noose knotted with cold hands Staring out into the abyss within me One eye open Perceiving the objective with tarnished malice In this age Thought is vomited out by the meek Through impulse for instant gratification From minds of those who are weak And we allow it with blindfolds and chains To breed misery and contempt Until the individual is murdered by the mob In hatred In disdain
2.
Diplomacy fails more than ever Negotiations establish unfulfilled promises Yet we continue to believe a conference will change our course Sons of the new holocaust Use a terror regime to weaponise the civilised world It is not our responsibility for international peace Religiously forbidden hostile memories still vivid Burnt through the iris of perception Brutal last vows Become the final obituary in the blood-soaked pages of our history The iris of perception Draconian shackles on the mind The heirlooms of civility A fleeting thought Squandered, suppressed and forgotten Now you will reap what you fucking sow May Hell Prevail on Earth I've seen the gutters of humanity Filth and manure inside husks of flesh The stench of rotting corpses A terrible aroma of an extinguishing race The obituary of history is written in scripture With the blood of billions Baptised into servitude Let the heavens split in rapture Let the seas churn in anger Let the forests burn in our failure As the earths sacrifices are presented in entrails I will stand witness With a mourning veil Cloaked in the darkness of our races bloodline To stare passively at the extinction of man I now pray for the plagues of old I pray for the crescendo of time And the silence of a galaxy gone cold I pray for rivers of blood And the pestilence of the land Under the dawn of the last sun
3.
Gateways 05:27
We become accustomed to death This finality we fear Often consumed Inside ourselves At war Yet we live with it Endure Our eyes Stare into The pupils of the soul Our screens feed our bloodlust And the abattoirs fill our stomachs With the stolen life of the earth As if the world was our graveyard we bury ourselves Deep into a sleep Dreamless Amongst the raging ocean Waves of screams Oblivious We observe death with unblinking eyes Sheened with boredom Glossed over with indifference I stare passively With passion And when the time comes We dive unblinking into the abyss And our bones are still The excuses we make for our moral blindness Burning bridges before the foundation is laid Labels of disgust foul the air And we breathe just the same.
4.
I could spin this tale of betrayal Indoctrination and lust Like swallowing pitchers of blood I would spit forth condemnation, gore and disgust I could spread my pestilence Across lands far and tongues foreign Whispering into minds weak and wills maleficent Until their former selves are forgotten They spit through their teeth with chains and fire While hands are tied with symbols of obedience Ignoring the splinters they leave MEMOIRS OF MADNESS They leave MEMOIRS OF MADNESS They leave I could spin this tale long after I'm gone Dreams of domination and power buried Under ash and feculence Yet alive, flowing inside the somata I possess So my legacy of tyranny reigns supreme Whispered through reverent lips Transmitted through spit and virus Inside structures grandiose and spires of perverted magnificence Which observe the fruits of my hatred Whilst all bow and preach my will Into the ages and ages Amen Observe this facade of greatness Concepts of freedom and superiority Distorting and diminishing the stark differences between cultural capital Opportunities to further oppress the just and deserving While the elite watch from atop their pillars Scheming their plan to preserve domination and fragmentation Observe Self-fulfilling prophecy of hypocrisy, denigration and oppression Experimenting with lives under dissection Entertainment from suffering Observe
5.
A cloud shaded noir shrouds earth And slowly descends on its inhabitants We watch from our peripherals The aftermath of the Murder of Mythology Reigns Upholding idols of shame As we glorify abhorrent doctrines on podiums Lacking the value of truth As value was extracted from truth Until only the fragments remain lost History buried under the decades of dust Irrelevant to the children of post-modernity And the literary critics blind themselves a priori As they lead the future minds in perpetual suffering Lost and shrouded The haze of self-inflicted blindness Hangs heavy Centuries stacked somber across our willing souls Tap the nails in Lay the coffins down Is there comfort in defeat? Is this defeat? Who plays the victor and who the victim In a game of self-victimisation An indoctrination into Collective grief Let me out Clawing at the casket hinges Smothered in storylines foreign to personal truth Let me out And the last of us blink And thus The prophecy is fulfilled
6.
Pandemonium 05:40
Forever lost Inside the prism of eternity Ouroboros within Internal fortification of the dark Gods of forbidden truth Cyanide of the mind We are The arbiters of cosmic realms A plague on human-kind We are the malevolent intent Unleashed on human-kind Descend into this pandemonium we call society Descend into civilisation Descend into chaos The blood of the Nile Flows through the city of pretentious righteousness The locusts and pestilence follow the stench of holiness The shroud of turin withers away In the eternal plague From the ashes I transcend To drink the blood of divinities We bathe in the cries of the earth Bleeding out into eternity
7.
Zeitgeist 04:15
The incessant climb of the human aevum A perennial precipice Decorated with the corpses of those who once had dreams The graveyard of revolutionary ideas Buried underneath the surface of collective consciousness And the everyday actions Of this Sisyphean civilisation Each nodding head another thread Of this funeral shroud we are sewing Another zeitgeist of passivity growing All this stagnancy leads to nil We stand over the funeral of history Reading the obituary of distorted literature The congregation recites the litany With grotesque misrepresentation Summarised on the gravestone of our lineage In sterquillinis invenitur The pantheon of Chronos sighs it's last 'It is what it is' The tale of oedipus personified in this last desperate strife Each nodding head another thread Of this funeral shroud we are sewing Another zeitgeist of passivity growing All this stagnancy leads to nil
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Empire 10:47
Tear down your martyrs and fall For absolution in grievance Acquittal, reprieve Forsaking cultures unknown With zealotry unrepentant Imperium dei crucifixion Credo ex nihilo Spawned the plagues that torture the soul With benediction The chains fall into place ODIN! ARES! POSEIDON! ROMA! PARI! ATHENA! THOR! OSIRIS! FREYA! This false empire The pantheon of lies This false empire Bleeds into me Arise from thy slumber From whence didst thou bow? This false empire legatum manet in aeternum Reading perceptions of reality Through the pupils of the blind Nailed down Between the realm Of physical and mental machinations Behold the monolith of existence This cage of mine It's yours too It holds no truth Wildness thunders, feels the stinging whip Clawing hands reach from incarceration Domesticated The mask of docility slips I relish in your ugliness Can you relish in mine? Face your freedom with a willing smile? Or bow Bone framed bars They caterwaul Higher, higher raise This false empire In the halls of the oppressors I bow to disobedience And coil with trepidation Forever cast and reside in shadow Ignorance is what we feed the mind While the body blindly pursues Depravity of the flesh A broken mechanism of feudal cognition In a perpetual mental quest through an abyss of mirrors If only reflections held answers If only introspection brought joy Instead of knives in the dark Constellations shift with every blink While every stare stares back empty The aether withers And aeons fade Until the void in between the stars Enlightens the last Enforcing perceptions of reality Through the pupils of the blind Nailed down Between the realms Behold the monolith of existence Held with the feeble hands of beggars

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released October 31, 2023

Music and Lyrics by Escarion.

Recorded and Mixed at Monolith Studios.
Mastered by Thomas Plec Johansson.
Artwork by Erskine Designs.

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Crushing Death Metal with Melodic, Progressive, Atmospheric and a touch or Black Metal for grimness. We come from Melbourne, Australia - soon to be everywhere around the world.

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