A Flock Named Murder
Incendiary Sanctum

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• 1. Garden of Embers (14:40)
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  Twisted and decrepit, we struggle through the fields
  Dawn an ocean in our footsteps, we chase away the light
  A clangor of bells herds us in droves toward the gallery
  To disperse with weary hands this landscape of bone
  
  Our turmoil scorches out the seasons in a militant burn
  The feral dawn stoked high and wild in the hell we made
  Those of us who remain yearn for a sense of home
  In this forlorn abatement, silhouettes call my name
  
  Burden grips within; the jaws that cripple serenity
  Encased in a house of glass, I am depleted by the sun
  I feel safe in my prison, arms open in rejoice
  Fingers of light grazing luminous walls, embers settle in my blood
  
  The wind dances across these lonely leaves like a flock of nervous birds
  Heavy limbs carry the hangman, eyes wide and daunting in his sorrow
  The skyline is beautifully on fire, and we marvel at its gruesome, twisting light
  Reaching out into the firmament, as if to stop the stars from falling
  
  As a figure of shadow, I pass through the wake of life and death
  Dressing wounds weathered by years of affliction
  The beacon of my viscera incinerates the truth of all form
  A heaviest of hearts, and a fading radiance bleeds into the night
• 2. Pierced Flesh Catharsis (13:06)
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  Synapses crack like whips in the endless dark
  A wild lightning born in the fire of the eye
  
  We bind shadows to our eyes so we might cloak our gaze
  Rivers of vermillion ash are wept into the broken hourglass
  I'm suspended in the doorway; the veil has been severed and senses wither in the cradle of unbeing
  Crystallized in willful possession
  
  The void burns my skin and digs deep into my bones
  A knife in the wind to pierce my body and cleanse my soul
  Bathed in the astral lake, I soar with radiant wings
  Defiant in the husk of flesh
  
  In this night we open our hearts to the wind and spill our wounds into the sky
• 3. The Eulogy Fields (18:56)
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  In the silence of a darkened drapery, their bodies are radiant
  Memories rekindled in a hearth somewhere between waking and dreaming guide them on a lonely pilgrimage
  Frail nomads of that distant shore
  In pastures that stretch beyond death and resilience I hear them singing
  Their voices not unlike the tide
  An undertow unbroken and a heart aching for the marrow of the sun
  Emblazoned lifelessness and holy decay
  Their sullen bones reach for the skin of twilight
  Where neither gods nor man walk in faithless dominion
  
  In the years following our struggle your apparition grips me by the soul and refuses to let go
  Like ships that pass in the night your course is shared
  A silhouette walks the gilded tightrope through constellations until the death of every star
  A great wind choking out the flame of a million candles in the sky
  Lanterns growing dim, I will scream your vengeance.
• 4. To Drown in Obsidian Tides (17:27)
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  Nothing is forgiven in this place
  Rage sweeps it's dunes over the frontier, obscuring all purpose
  Orphaned by grief and waned by passing years
  Sifting the dust of desire with phantom limbs
  Scaling the crumbled fortresses of pride
  Shallow depths, a sallow unblinking eye
  Vanity our keeper, I despair and writhe
  A pained exultation
  A beacon
  A toll
  
  Desperate ode to filth, beckon this child of God
  Gather your moths in forms opaque and absolute
  Devour this false dawn
  Whisper with your venomous lips and voice of scorched earth
  Manifest that imposter into flesh and tear into a realm just beyond the gaze of the mirror
  The infernal gateway
  Woe to the culling flood
  Abide the cataract and it's furious grace, and spill from windows of the skull
  Forthright is that river that gave birth to me
  It's perfect silence dissolved into every shred of my being
  In fervent stillness a darker garden blooms
  
  Come forth, and drag me into wretched bliss
  With potency you lit a fire in my lungs, so that every breath would be a reminder of what led me here
  What dismal beauty in this ever growing wilderness
  Stone angels stand sentry as the reaper leads the masquerade
  Dispirited fawn in their feigned joy, moving to the bitter clock of impermanence
  Matter is desperately clinging to emptiness as the ashen pendulum falls.
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