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Where The Wretched Lie Slain

by Liberatia

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1.
The icy pines make lost our trail, our tracks are wisped away by snow. Slowly hypothermic symptoms flourish as they start to show A shallow cave is sighted, where ice hangs low like fangs, with over encombered legs we trip and stumble into open space With lack of hastful action, the two would surely die, where sacrifice is necessary for one may now survive Upon this night, and my skin of blue, The life from loved companion I withdrew Take now thy flesh, take now thy blood, Take now thy sentience for sacrifice you must The way the snow reflects, upon, your frozen, tomb And as the sun begins to fall, your lips lie cold With clumsy frozen fingertips, it warms my core with every sip, nature wins as blood runs raw and I am left alone The land lay silent, my maidens echoed cries, the blizzard has now come to pass but here I wait to die Upon this night, and my skin of blue The meat from frozen corpse I do remove Take now thy heart, take now thy blood, For in this gutted body I find warmth now givith one last deadly kiss And my skin of blue, now reeks of death, now reeks of you, In front of god, I mourn for you, My skin of blue My skin of blue
2.
Moving as one, striking like wolves, their blood has trickled cold With mandibles strong, and teeth grown in rows, adaptive biology Breath the stench of unpalpable bloodshed, as corruption sets in, and corruption will win Strengthened by numbers made bestial by time, the mortals shall bleed at the feet of their kind Undead, coming, brace, yourselves Beware the uncountable subjects of hell For ease of use, their limbs do grow, their legs five feet from hip to toe Oh but we know, That their poison is much too toxic, and their wits are far too sharp, in the shells of what once were human, they will rip this world apart Moving as one, striking like wolves, their blood has trickled cold With mandibles strong, and teeth grown in rows, adaptive biology Breath the stench of unpalpable bloodshed, as corruption sets in, and corruption will win Strengthened by numbers made bestial by time, the mortals shall bleed at the feet of their kind Adaptive Biology, Adaptive Biology, Adaptive Biology
3.
Sexual predator, becoming prey From neck to lower back the dagger will fillet, Grotesque dismemberment, which we condone A putrid fucking king tied naked to the throne Your veins laid bare uncovered, bait the consciousness devoid, your regal fortitude is stretched and anchored to the floor To each his eyelids bless a nail, nullify attempts to rest, I hope you like the taste of your own putrid fucking flesh You've reached the seventh day, I make the seventh cut, This time your life is mine, I stab and twist and gut Grind it away, grind it away Grind it away, grind it away He opens his mouth, accepting defeat Now grant him a taste of his bone ridden meat Primal discomfort in forced mastication, Die by my hand while you choke on your own The tendons weak from post-starvation tear so easy from the arms, I bind, I break, I will seize your morbid charm, Inflicting massive trauma, I will find your breaking point, force-feed, his flesh, with blood and pus anoint You are the main course in this grotesque display of gluttony Open your mouth consume yourself You've reached the 7th day, I make the 7th cut This time your life is mine, I stab and twist and gut
4.
Bog Witch 06:25
Where the wind meets the waves, and the waves meet the bog, Decrepit, Infested, Unsung by the gods Where the wretched lies slayn, and the lake turns to mud, entombed is her ghost for this witch shed no blood in her death Oh mother of curses so foul, Ordain your gaze in the owls, and the frogs, in the creatures of the bog; for all who enter shall be known The sleepless eyes of a thousand pines, Remain above her throne, and so it is known: In the realm of the bog witch, where the sun begs not to wade Lies a body unseen, with her skin splitting at its seams In the realm of the bog witch For those who dare to enter, comes death of horrid sorts, swiftly bound, dragged underground, by roots of forest floor Enter through the marshland, and meet your fate aswell, for mud of seeming endless weight will take it's grasp and drag you down to hell Her veins creep under the mantle, of a grove of sickly brush, through the mudend ground her soul is bound, it all dawns the grace of her touch Behold the realm of the bog witch, where the sun begs not to wain Though dead she may seem, with the dead she will never be In the realm of the bog witch Now that you're Six feet below, in the dark and unknown, thrashing and gasping in desperate throws A fool, leaving his fate to this Now as the vines grip your limbs and the mud fills your lungs your asphyxiation was only the start, as the bog starts to consume, starts to consume You never should have come In the realm of the bog witch, where the sun begs not to wade In the realm of the bog witch

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released July 17, 2020

All music performed and produced by Liberatia
Trylan Foulkes- Guitar and backing vocals
Aiden Shepherd- Bass and lead vocals
Lyden Buttnor- Drums
Nic Bennet- Guitar

Lyrics by Trylan Foulkes
Additional Lyrics by Aiden Shepherd

Recorded by Trylan Foulkes
Mixed and Mastered by Diego Fernandez at Oracle Studios

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Thrash/Death metal from Courtenay, B.C.

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