By Threads, by Shrouds of Immortality

By Threads

by Shrouds of Immortality

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1.	The Faceless Ones 02:46	lyrics	buy track
Otherworldly nervous beings Infiltrate the depths of your spines Silhouettes with a tangible grip Reap souls through the caverns without eyes A pallid visage Occupies the head Cold calculations meant to replace Animism’s breath The faceless ones that roam the streets Sanctimonious mimicry Agents of order sent to null Psyche Bereft of all autonomy Amorphous slug-like limbs Undulate past your sight The font of splendor was punctured You feel your mouth run dry A frost has ossified the palm tree’s Once maturing branch Desperate for fertilizer It relies on purple shedded skin The faceless ones that roam the streets Sanctimonious mimicry Agents of order sent to null Psyche Soon to replace you and me
2.	Derailed 03:09	lyrics	buy track
Now you know, the end is here Suffering, so severe Resources all depleted Society has been defeated Our way of life has failed Completely, it's derailed The rich continue thriving And mock those not surviving We slave for all their greed There's nothing that they need In this world, it's all the same We're just pawns in their sick game Run, run for your fucking lives Run, there is nowhere left to hide Run, all hope has fucking died Run, there is nowhere left to hide Society has failed Completely, it's derailed
3.	Lycanthropic Bind 02:38	lyrics	buy track
Blood shoots desperate from the deepest recess Long forgotten visions of running free Muscles torn and strained from apoplexy Mind in bondage by the false moon's duress Locked doors, drawn curtains: a learned dependency Circadian rhythms expelled without much protest Need no convincing submission to her own arrest Thoughts inbred; glass scraps against her teeth She, now beast, slave to bright light's cynosure Heightened senses target those too loud Wet maroons palette her painted pictures The canvas, their bodies - the brush, her snout It is the promise of empathy nested underneath morality's fire, burning hot and white It is relinquishing all whom you love and care for into its code: that binary inferno Your lycanthropic bind It is the promise of empathy nested underneath morality's fire, burning hot and white It is relinquishing all whom you love and care for into the throes of lunacy - a grave and shallow tide
4.	Ezzelin Musing over Meduna, Slain by Him, for Disloyalty, during his Absence in the Holy Land 03:28	lyrics	buy track
My bride, thou lay before me in still repose; supine Desiccate our vows through punctured heart; rapine Whilst I on pursuit of my truest love: divine Be wedded now to an unfaithful tomb; entwine I ponder in earnest next to the stillness of my blade Cloaked by the creases and folds of death’s tortuous shade I resign to the creeping blackness of our twisted love’s decay The light that you bathe in shall be your only grave I doubt you’ll know I doubt you’ll ever know The cross suspends above your breasts Which know the waltz of wanton breadth Magnets the pain towards the wench Slumber atop the pulsing reds Pupils have sunk into my flesh Her hands are now known to molest Forgive me, God, I do detest I lay her whorish soul to rest Avert thine eyes from the holy crest I lay your whorish soul to rest

credits

released July 17, 2023

Nick Temoshok: Guitars
John Diaz: Bass
Joe Roffeld: Drums
Cassiopeia: Vocals

Mixed and mastered by Steve Johnson
Artwork by Ryan Gassaway
Recorded by Steve Johnson at The Family Hand in Baltimore, MD during May and June 2023