1. |
Dopalith, Pt. 1
18:15
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Snow gives way to rock, rock gives way to grass
I feel timeless pain over ivory stains.
Welcome the woe and prepare the soul,
Creation Pillar, to suffer unwilled grace.
Dear mother time I beseech thee, with heart laid bare, justify this rage.
Through omission, consoled alone.
Through drugs and drink, consumed in throes.
As I choke, danken my lungs.
Receive breath. For her sins I am hung.
Let me bleed, from her lies.
Receive Breath. Cursed by memories.
Let them choke, danken their lungs.
Receive breath. For their sins they are hung.
Watch them bleed, over their lies.
Receive Breath. Gift from Dopalith.
Ascend to a higher plane, I’ll march on glory again. In the wake of my rage, the greatest battle ruminates, dissipates.
Your decadence ends where it all began.
Heartless, void, and atrophied.
Cold and forever without me.
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2. |
Dopalith, Pt. 2
16:33
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Snow gives way to rock, rock gives way to grass
I feel timeless pain over ivory stains.
Welcome the woe and prepare the soul,
Creation Pillar, to suffer unwilled grace.
Dear mother time I beseech thee, with heart laid bare, justify this rage.
Through omission, consoled alone.
Through drugs and drink, consumed in throes.
As I choke, danken my lungs.
Receive breath. For her sins I am hung.
Let me bleed, from her lies.
Receive Breath. Cursed by memories.
Let them choke, danken their lungs.
Receive breath. For their sins they are hung.
Watch them bleed, over their lies.
Receive Breath. Gift from Dopalith.
Ascend to a higher plane, I’ll march on glory again. In the wake of my rage, the greatest battle ruminates, dissipates.
Your decadence ends where it all began.
Heartless, void, and atrophied.
Cold and forever without me.
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3. |
Dried of Heart, Pt. 1
15:48
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Pulled like a moon to a star.
Martyred on a withered vine.
Pulled away, ripped apart. Well spring dried of heart.
I can only respond in kind.
The sand flows through my war-worn hands.
You say another time, another place.
Eden seeded in my blood.
Dried of heart.
Know your spirits are my gain.
Know my strength is not in vain.
The sand flows through my war-worn hands.
I say enough with these half-truths.
Eden seeded in my blood.
Dried of heart.
Blooms and tendrils grow from my shallow grave.
Carved against the rock, the old glacial peak.
Omissive truths washed away in waves.
I’ll take this life and drink to all I seek.
The burn I feel in my chest, the burn I feel in my blood, the burn I feel in my throat, the burn I feel in my eyes. Dried of Heart.
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4. |
Dried of Heart, Pt. 2
19:13
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Pulled like a moon to a star.
Martyred on a withered vine.
Pulled away, ripped apart. Well spring dried of heart.
I can only respond in kind.
The sand flows through my war-worn hands.
You say another time, another place.
Eden seeded in my blood.
Dried of heart.
Know your spirits are my gain.
Know my strength is not in vain.
The sand flows through my war-worn hands.
I say enough with these half-truths.
Eden seeded in my blood.
Dried of heart.
Blooms and tendrils grow from my shallow grave.
Carved against the rock, the old glacial peak.
Omissive truths washed away in waves.
I’ll take this life and drink to all I seek.
The burn I feel in my chest, the burn I feel in my blood, the burn I feel in my throat, the burn I feel in my eyes. Dried of Heart.
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Zak Roberts - Bass/Synths
Austin Williams - Guitar/Vocals
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