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From The Womb Of Muse

by Spira

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Matt Brutally tortured and full of blissful anguish. Catchy at times and thoughtful. I can’t wait to hear what Spira vomits forth from the black abyss next. HAIL SPIRA!
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A symphony of scalpels Breach into the cervix Wherein our minds collectively rest We must force, we must produce Hold unto the altar, the muses last ambition Chords ripped prematurely From the womb of muse This the finality Of ourselves
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Every toss and turn, cuts deeper A game of blood for comfort This, the final test of your will Cascading into the casket, Drowning from blood The taste of copper, a grand final meal Fingernails clenched into the grain Suicide will never be the same Buried, Alive Amongst the broken glass Entombed, for the gloam has comes to pass Frantic dismay, at the casket mass Severed, under our eyes sunken glance
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Gasping, uttering your last words The placenta glistens in the moonlight Your face as blue as the night sky There is no struggle, there is no fight Shredding fresh into the neck A crimson bath covers Your soon to be corpse Writhing in pain The tightening Strangulation destiny Quakes of life Passing fleeting Mutilation desecration harvest the incarnation Laceration, incantations, halted with levitation Timely butchery so is the ending, see? Finally set free from the hollow loyalty Sent to the void, this chord avoid Destroy, enjoyed, ripped shredded loins Held up high, strangle is nigh, help is the sigh, once contrived Asunder decried, not comes the time, for scared lies, now is the time to die Mutilation desecration harvest the incarnation Laceration, incantations, halted with levitation Timely butchery so is the ending, see? Finally set free from the hollow loyalty Sent to the void, this chord avoid Destroy, enjoyed, ripped shredded loins
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Manifesting In the Woods Our rituals Have taken root The altars Bloody with sacrifice And the unborn Ripped chords We flee from our summon Rampant flight of our worship A creation gives haste and chase Leaving dismembered souls in wake Our heartbeats increasing in pace Its gaping maw salivates Cosmic horror among the trees
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Your trespasses are held Against your spineless back Commend your filthy lies As slowly my knife drives Murdered into pieces Cut into death Your body hollowed for my pleasure Slit at the eyes Crimson tears The tantalizing pain Pain Your tears well, As your come to realize, There is only one way out of this. Color fades in absolute splendor The draining life of forever Twitching from the trauma The Upward pitiful glance Fingers reach, Searching for empathy Just my malice Unfettered hate the purest putridity Hovering on your passing As there is no time, Like the time to revenge
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O Glorious Maleficence Light gone now forced into the abyss Days gone, smitten to the past Nostalgia, hindsight steadfast Mortality our ever shortened path Unto natures Darwinistic wrath Killing and Raping and Torture and Die Woe betides the sun, from our existence Our presence, an unwelcome cosmic fluke A virus, a plague, fit for annihilation As we collect in dark congregation Rituals to gain the hatred into favor To bend nature unto our will Shill, formation, gone into stars Triangular crests levitate from afar Do you hear the cackling of your doom? Visages of our dominance, now in vain As the crests fall into oblivion. Our race, our species, now cursed to the vines of dismemberment As our mother turns to shun, Woe betides the sun Graced with our death With greed, take your last breath Cryptic passageways Heat rising forth There is no escape From this Infernal torment just Your blood corrodes to rust
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My brothers, Our time is nigh The point of no return Wherein we maim and sigh The slayers of this town Chronologic genocide Age before beauty So the saying goes Follow our worship To he who walks behind the rows Stalks the landscape A being of unstoppable power
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Filth be thy name, Hallowed in the gilded atrocities Of mankind and my kind Risen, raised from the depths Envenomed, with the black barbaric wrath A stream of endless funerals, Brothers in arms, all now carcasses Disemboweled Gone to the ages Raising their hands, in farewell salute Constant loss and death surround me A magnet for others catastrophe Walking embodiment of the curse Forced to still walk this Earth When will be my time? What will be on the other side?
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Our fast breaks, hunger apex, we must feast On the flesh, of enemies, and betrayers Their children, offer as, the third course With the unborn, being the, tenderest. Meat hooks filled, gutted carcass, suffer seasoning The frying of human flesh, the greatest stench Palette cleansed, as is our, twisted minds Time to eat, devour, unspeakable meat Feast
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With the will of this dose, I see the world as it truly is. And I will destroy it. Madness and dosage intertwine This, the will to butcher the swine Intestines ripped so divine Lysergic War Crimes Their bodies pounded to liquid Their bones are now fucking dust I have destroyed their lives Their souls cascading into cosmic rust Bathed in blood in all colors Traces of light blend my every strike Nailed unto the crucifixes Hovering in the portals of diamond light Rise Forth Visions of Arcane Suffering mighty Lysergic War Crimes Specters of infinite dimensions, guiding my sword I will their deaths into this astral void The taste of your passing is ever sweet Rich in texture and color The vibrations of your twitching bodies echo within my own

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released June 21, 2020

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Spira is a one man, raw atmospheric black metal project originally from the Arcane Visions circle.

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