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Allegiance to the Barren Lands

from The Lower Planes of Self​-​Abstraction by Well of Night

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lyrics

To be a bearer of authentic truth
We swear allegiance to total detachment
In bitter defiance, we lay claim to each deserted expanse
Shields rattle in warning, as if anyone would....

Sit on this fool’s throne
To gaze only inward, is to be forever alone
Yet we have sworn allegiance

To tread upon fertile ground
Is to sacrifice authenticity
Born into this abortive dredge of the soul
An infinite excavation of one's own grave

Any thirst for the rains seems hollow, a self-betrayal
Verity lies only beneath these desert sands
Honor is the last taste of marrow from bones long picked clean
Transcendence hiding deep in the cracks of this parched soil

Wielding the spear of Narcissus
Clinging to deluded supremacy
To tread upon fertile ground
Is to sacrifice authenticity

The lakes reflection a grotesque mirage

Donning a wreath of dead daffodils
Pollen rancid and reeking of waste
To tread upon fertile ground
Is to sacrifice authenticity

In this no penance is offered, just spite and rage
Yet show me the one with the swollen tongue, so I may cut it free
Bereft in all claim to piousness, yet I will preach
To a flock of those soon to flee, or die in disgrace

In this no penance is offered, all projections deceased
Yet show me the one with the swollen tongue, so I may cut it free

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from The Lower Planes of Self​-​Abstraction, released July 16, 2020

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