Mammon XV
Woes and Winter's Breath

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• 1. Woes and Winter's Breath (03:26)
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  Born of woes
  And winters breath
  Although I have retraced my steps
  My journey home
  All failed attempts
  Winters cold caress
  Reaches through my chest
  Howls of wounded beasts who welcome death
  Allow me no renewal with rest
  Ritual incantations repeat in my head
  
  Tasa Mammon On Ca Lirach
  
  Feast on my flesh, the end is nigh
  Feast of my flesh, this miserable night
  Feast on my flesh, the end is nigh
  Feast of my flesh, this miserable night
  
  My reflection visible in its eyes
  Black as night
  Pale moonlight shines suspended high
  Conjure shadows whom distort all sight
  Now my eyes make sense of what they’ve seen
  
  Wretched
  Wailing
  It spoke out to me
  My allegiance resides
  With thee
  Death, Destruction, Greed
  I feel no loved ones touch
  I fear no gods above
  I devour life in raw bloody chunks
  Over runneth my cup
  Twitching tongues will lap up the blood
  Over runneth my cup
  All will drown in the flood
• 2. Idle Hands (03:51)
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  A cold mornings mist
  Kisses her milky white skin
  Cold to the touch
  Dark pooling blood
  It’s a fleeting warmth
  Absorbed on quivering lips
  I groan I hiss
  Indulge thy self
  I must
  This exquisite ichor thick like mud
  In awe of what I’ve done
  In awe of all I’ve done
  These idle hands were meant to harm
  
  The birds above
  Serenade me with song
  Funeral fog
  Embraces us with reaching arms
  It’s unclear
  Exactly
  How I got here
  Smile stretches ear to ear
  The beast and the land bore witness
  Now consumed by fear
  Curiosity still
  Brings them near
  The earth weeps
  The earth now dampened with her tears
  From my knees
  Against their will, I rise
  Mud gives way beneath my feet
  Be smeared in blood
  And driven by greed
  An obsession I am obligated to appease
  
  Indulge thyself
  I must
  This exquisite ichor thick like mud
  In awe of what I’ve done
  In awe of all I’ve done
  These idle hands were meant to harm
• 3. Forlorn and Frozen Flame (The Cold Fire) (06:12)
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  The sky now displays
  A pallet of her most
  Dismal grays
  Devouring the light of day
  Darkness can no longer wait
  A wicked shadow descends without delay
  
  The heavens now
  Hurling bolts
  Roots now take their hold
  Young and old they cry out
  The crack of sundered limbs
  The wind now howls in hideous hymns
  Cigarette pressed tightly against my lips
  I witnessed all from where I sit
  
  The sky now displays
  A pallet of her most
  Dismal grays
  Devouring the light of day
  Darkness can no longer wait
  A wicked shadow descends without delay
  
  Solid oak cabinets of cabernet
  Yet no social
  Festivities to my dismay
  Miniature mountains of ash forming everywhere
  But their designated tray
  Smoke still lingers
  Seldom does it fade away
  I focus on the pain
  My soul ablaze
  Forlorn and frozen flame
  I focus on the pain
  Forlorn and frozen flame
  I focus on the pain
• 4. Bleeding in Excess (In Memory) (05:29)
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