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The Herald King
12:37
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Ah, you must have been born deaf
and remained so all this time
and kept your face turned away
from the horrors of the world
Now you've come outside
and all you hear is screams
rising all around
no wonder you're afraid
After all, you were made for finer things
not the clash of riots
or the theft of inner peace
So life has prepared you well
for sitting safe behind walls
using bodies of men as shields
as whips when shields won't do
Hide until the world is quiet
hide as the lights go out
the songs disappear
Then such a brave figure you'll cut
all righteous fury
uniform silhouettes
the mask of order
hiding the heart of a mob
This profusion of color
must be a shock
no wonder you're afraid
But oh, to be out there in the tumult
dust on the air, blood in our veins
See how we dance
in the dust and clay
even when blood spills
even with dogs among us
Here is the sense of purpose that you lack
even with the might of
all these faceless drones gathered around
the only power that you hold
use it once and it's gone
See how we dance
not the twitch of puppet strings
not a thirst for finer things
not some need to be seen to control
from many mouths
one voice rises up
Even in your high white hall
even with doors locked and barred
however you might rage
wherever you might hide
Hark, the herald king of shit
cowering there behind his wall
until the sun came through the gate
burned it all down to ash
I can see it rising
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Oracle
10:43
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Come, Muses, and sing through me
of the sunlit next world
come, sages, show me the path
to a calm harbor after pain
Who asks, and from what depths?
the owner, the architect,
the innermost core of being
or a blind fool in chains?
tell us what you can see
from a place above us all
from a trap inside your mind
powerless to change
flying ever outward
no more free than a stone
cast from the heights
The more that I chase,
the harder I grasp,
the more I am empty
ah, like a forest clearing
open like a cup for the light
I've heard the wound
is the place where it enters
bright on the barren earth
too late for us
Scour the flesh
scrape the rot away
leave what's left
whether or not it can move
on its own
Was it power to call the wind,
or just coincidence
that you cried out aloud
when the storm was rising up?
Read some sign in the leaves
the arrangement of scattered bones
the cry of a witless bird
the position of its broken corpse
tell me everything
I was blind before
I was blind to it all
The scar pulls at my skin
tearing, burning
the omnipresent flaw
a gaping void no more
salt sharp on the air
skin bare to the water
not a thing we've built
here deserves to last
no monument for men like us
I can see it shining overhead
even with my eyes gone
no matter what else you take
Come knit this scattered prayer
into a new order
maybe this time, this door,
this new branch in the road
will lead you somewhere
anywhere at all
I fall behind, until I'm gone
in a mist of white
I don't belong among you
and I can no longer see
in the distance
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Abandon
08:11
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Always healing, never healed
overflowing, never filled
I can remember sharp and clear
right here is the place
where we were torn apart
Part of me is buried there
a severed limb
that nobody else can see
a fire that burns
but no one else can feel
a scream you'll never hear
a fear you'll never know
And it was me
who chose this bitter path beside you
wherever it might go
but it was you
who climbed the mountain while I watched
you're vanishing right now
vanishing
How can I survive?
if only I had stayed
in perfect silence
if only I could find
silence somewhere
far away from the world
I'll open my heart up
let the gods come in
take pure joy in a new life
here as a marionette
Sometimes I embrace it
freedom of a sort
frozen in a dance
that's been decided from the start
But oh, I said I would take part
the last choice I ever had
you're climbing up so high
with such abandon
The greatest fool in all the world
is not the one who follows blind
but the one who found truth
and chose with open eyes
to leave it all behind
Part of me is buried there
it's never coming back
only empty air
where can you have gone?
Will you turn now,
turn away and abandon
everything and run?
I was never ready
it's not an answer but I know
that it's the truth
and yet I come
The sun is at my back
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Black Harvest Lowell, Massachusetts
Black Harvest formed in Brooklyn, NY in 2002, and recorded and self-released several demos before signing to independent New England label Oak Knoll Productions for the release of "White Light Came Down" and "Ingrate". Their music is an eclectic, melodic blend of death and black metal with progressive, dissonant, and technical flourishes. Main songwriter Kishor currently resides in Lowell, MA. ... more
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