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Stone Dominion

by Thrashing Mossdog

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1.
I remain the mold shambler Yet only one of many agitators We converge on the pagoda Firmly clutching our offerings, tribute to Our Prophet His cold, unwavering gaze shall enlighten A further purpose to our consumption His gnarling fingers give us direction Obey, await his final will Centuries as willing servants We grow anxious for his prophecy On this day, currents rage through The remains of our black nerves Anticipating his brutal call Will he finally bless us? Cull the most putrid pittance with vehemence A savage howl Rings across the expanse of the realm That which we graciously inhabit by his decree We have been summoned for his ultimate sermon Letting out our guttural replies We begin to ascend to the stone plateau Where we adhere to his command Fold your raw hands and pray He begins to write our future history But we must be reminded of his pilgrimage A summation: ascension from paucity We will bask in all the glory Of his righteous exaltation Grovel face down in the dirt Fold your raw hands Pray
2.
I was born and gored with nails Firmly affixed to stone post-forced extraction I swore retribution I became pure malignance But my hatred was misdirected It was not my abusers I should target The sin is deeper, shrewdly embedded The actualized purpose for my existence Purge the ingrained dogma A lithely hand will not suffice Their perversions must be violently removed Torn open, devoured fiercely by my flock And I have witnessed the pain that you have wrought
3.
He commends our commitment to his ideal We retort with a chorus of death rattles As a token of his immense gratitude He invites the most sacred of rituals Enter now, his clergy of innermost rot Freshly coated in filth from the great harvest They bring forth the instrumental catalyst Cultivated with fervor and lust We must now partake Psychogenic spores Coursing through our veins Unlock suppressed focus We must give in We must give in We must give in We must give in We must give us all I feel the hands of God caress I feel the claws of Man dissect The truth becomes clearer With each moment in euphoric torture Twisted language Dividing the serpent’s tongue My perspective Shifting in and out of focus Am I me? Am I you? Am I me? Am I the Prophet? I peer through conjoined sets of eyes Blind yet all-seeing beyond infinity Reality shifts Nauseatingly lurching Forward at intervals So unpredictable One second or one year? Unknown worming time Passing through my bones A massive cacophony of writhing limbs Passively observed by condescending eyes We do not acknowledge his disapproval For we are too obsessed with the distortion Bathe in the swarm I collapse, exhausted, to the stone Fulfillment, completion, washed ashore Natural law has been brought to heel Yet wisdom drifts slowly out of reach We must still turn to our divine light
4.
Eucharist 01:10
The time has come Our time has come Eat of the form Drink of the gore The time has come Our time has come Eat of the form Drink of the gore He blood-lets with leeches Collect in the chalice He peels with a stone edge The communion begins The time has come Our time has come Eat of the form Drink of the gore We listlessly await Our turn with the relics With nails clawing eager Terminal sacrament Indulge deeply, we will not run dry His cruor, endless in supply Sate overwhelming appetite Our extreme hunger satisfied A feast on the burial ground
5.
A harsh silence falls like a cloud We raise our limbs towards the heavens Provide one last desperate prayer In hopes he will bestow final truth Fold your raw hands around your throat Oh, the penance I would give For one omen Oh, the penance I would give For one promise Grind your teeth to dust, you heathens Bless us Rip your eyelids off, you heathens Bless us Gouge your entrails out, you heathens Bless us Crush your skull, abrupt, you heathens Bless us I am your servant Pure, broken boor We are your servants Rage on, so guilty, so futile Watch him convulse, frothing wildly Bide, be blessed with his prophecy Writhing ouroboros A throne of burnt moss The maw, wide open Above extracted globes Fulfilled totality

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released February 27, 2018

Guitars, bass, trumpet, auxiliary percussion, and vocals performed by James Goldmann, with the exception of:

Guitar solo on "Divine Invocation" performed by Aki McCullough (Dreamwell, Vivid Illusion)

Drums, synths, piano, and effects programmed by James Goldmann

Lyrics by James Goldmann

Engineered, produced, mixed, and mastered by James Goldmann at Nu House Studios, with the exception of:

Guitar solo on "Divine Invocation" engineered and produced by Aki McCullough

Album art by Sly Guzman

Created in 25 days as part of a year-long challenge to produce 15 minutes of music per month.

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