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Ossuary of the Fallen Snow

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

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lyrics

It seems I've trudged a million miles...
Yet I have not glimpsed the swirling aurora
The echo of dawn cackles in its passing
But the words of redemption it has yet to speak.

I am now one with the gleaming ice of the falls
That once flowed pure and endless, now in stasis and slumber
Fingers long frozen creek in the howling wind
And burn like the pyre, forever looming yet out of reach
Endlessly downward I am beckoned
What once was snow now a staircase of bronze and obsidian

Each step now to the rhythm of a distant chant
No shelter will be granted here...

Oh he who with every word is maligned, let me be your scepter
Oh he with the hive of dirt, let me be your swarm
Oh he who mocks the righteous, let me be your tongue
Oh he who embodies the void, let me be your form

Oh he who is drowned in anger, let me be the flood
Oh he who brings rot to the mire, let me be the mud
Oh he who defiles the holy, let me be your piss
Oh he with a legion a snakes, let me be your hiss

In metamorphosis, they kneel
Chest sunken and spines protruding
Teeth rotted, stained with blood, and clogged with sinew

Clawed hands gouge grooves into the cobblestone floors of the pit
Chanting mouths agape towards a sky unseen and forgotten

Awash in flowing ribbons of iridescence
Anointed in the oily cloak of the acolyte
Desert mind parched with shame and obsession
Drink deep this tide of deliverance

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

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