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Prelude
01:38
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Invocation
03:57
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IF YOU READ THIS, NOW I LIE DEAD
BENEATH THE TREE OF KNOWLEDGE WHERE I FED
ITS BRANCHES ABOVE ME, LIKE A SECOND TEMPLE, SPREAD
WHEN THE FORLORN STARS THREW DOWN THEIR SPEARS
AND WATR'D THE HEAVENS WITH THEIR TEARS (TEARS!)
WHAT THE HAMMER, WHAT THE CHAIN?
IN WHAT FURNACE WAS THY BRAIN?
EXPLORING WHERE UNTRODDEN PATHS WILL FINALLY LEAD
HUMAN MOTIVATIONS THE SCIENCE AND THE MYSTERY
DID HE SMILE HIS WORK TO SEE?
DID HE WHO MAKE THE LAMB MAKE THEE?
THE VISIONS OF CHRIST THAT THOUS DOST SEE
IS MY VISIONS GREATEST ENEMY
BOTH READ THE BIBLE BOTH DAY AND NIGHT
BUT THOU READST BLACK WHERE I READ WHITE
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Chattooga Black Mass
02:36
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MID DECEMBER NINETEEN EIGHTY-TWO
SOMEWHERE ABOVE THE TREELINE
PAST THE GARDENS OF PARADISE
LIES THE SPOT WHERE THE HOUSE ONCE STOOD
TOUCH THE RUBBLE
TOUCH THE BROKEN GLASS
YOU AND ME ARE DRIVING DOWN TONIGHT
FOR A CHATTOOGA BLACK MASS
IN THE TRUE LIGHT OF THE MASTER
I INVITE YOU TO BECOME AS A GOD
MY AMC JAVELIN MOVING FASTER
SEE DEVIL MOUNTAIN THRU THE FOG!
DID YOU HEAR THE SPELLS THEY CHANTED?
AND GROWLING OF THE CASTLE DOGS
ARE YOU SEIZED BY SATANIC PANIC?
OR PANTOM HANDS AROUND YOUR ESOPHAGUS
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THEY CAME HERE FOLLOWING SIGNS
AND THE FRAGRANCE OF MUSCADINE
WE ARE SHAPING YOUNG MINDS
WITH MAGICK AND HOMEMADE WINE
MANY YEARS BEFORE THE FIRE
THEY HEARD THE ALLURING LYRE
IN A CLEARING THRU THE BRIARS
CAME THE TENORS OF SATANS CHOIR
DID YOU DRINK FROM OUT OF THE ACID WELL?
UNDER THE WING OF A BAT OUT OF HELL
ON THE NECTAR YOU CAN WEEN
COAGAULATED WINE FOR TEENS
POURING FROM YOUR ARTERIES
AND SOAKING THRU THE FALLEN LEAVES
ANOTHER SIP OUT OF THE FLASK
YOU WILL DON THE BLACK GOAT MASK
LAY BACK AND SMOKE SOME GRASS
BUT YOUR MIND IS FRAGMENTS OF STAINED GLASS
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A PORTRAIT IT STARES
FROM OUT OF YOUR DREAMS
AND YOU ARE AWARE OF ALL THAT IT MEANS
YOU CAME FROM THE NORTH TO TRY AND BE FREE
AND OPENED THE DOOR TO BLOODTHIRSTY FIENDS
THERY'RE COMING FOR THE SINNERS
ALL THEY WANT IS YOU
HUFFING PAINT THINNER, ALCOHOL, AND GLUE
YOUR CRIES WILL NOT LINGER BENEATH THE NORTH GEORGIA MOON
TO GIVE THE DEVIL HIS DUE
IN THE PINK ROOM
WHEN THEY SHOT THE DOGS IT WAS A WAY OF LIFE
BENEATH THE STARS, ANIMALS IN HUMAN GUISE
NEAR ETERNITY YOU STILL HEAR THE RANSACKING PEOPLE
ITS ALL CLEAR IN THE FACE OF BACKWOODS EVIL
YOU OPENED THE DOOR NOW YOURE DOWN ON YOUR KNEES
YOUR SELF PORTRAIT LOOKS DOWN ON YOUR MURDER SCENE
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Through the Miasma
03:35
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SMELL THE PUNGENT BOUQUET
AMONGST THE WHIPS AND CHAINS
A HOUSE WILL HOLD THE PAIN
LONG AFTER THE BODIES DECAY
THE CANDLES ARE BLACK
LIGHT OF A DANCING FLAME
YOU KEEP CIRCLING BACK
ITS CALLING YOUR NAME
YOU KILLED THE MASTER
YOU KILLED THE MUSE
CAR WON'T START
MIGHT NOT BE THE FUSE
ACROSS THE RIVER OF DEATH
PAST FORT O
BEYOND THE BATTLEFIELD
SOUTH OF LAFAYETTE
TURN TOWARD THE MOUNTAIN
INTO THE NARROWS
UP THE BLACK SPRING
TO THE TOP OF DEAD HORSE ROAD!!!
YOU KILLED THE MASTER
YOU KILLED THE MUSE
NOW THE ABUSED ARE TALKING
FROM YOUR TATTOOS
SO YOU SCRAPE THEM OFF YOUR ARM
WITH A JAILHOUSE SPOON
NOW OLD SPARKY SPEAKS
AND HIS LIGHTING LOOMS
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The Last Bridegroom
04:32
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ALL CHILDHOOD YOU SMELLED
THE BURNING OF THE MERCURY FUMES
THE MELTED GOLD AND SMELT
FROM THE CORPSES' FILLINGS AND TOOTHS
COMING THROUGH THE FLOORBOARDS
FROM CREMATORY ROOMS
SETTLING INSIDE YOUR CORE
WASTING DISTANT AND CONFUSED
THE MOUNTAINS CALLING TO ME
HOUNDED BY PROPHESIES
BODIES SPILL ACROSS THE GLEN
THE LAND AN OPEN TOMB
ALL SUPPLICATED AND BENT
SILENTLY POISED BENEATH THE SILVER MOON
IN DEFILEMENT AGAIN
PLACATED AND NUDE
AWAITING THE GLORIOUS TIME WHEN
RETURNS CHRIST, THE LAST BRIDGROOM
THE MOUNTAINS CALLING TO ME
ON THE GROUND DOWN ON MY KNEES
A SICK AND SHADOWED ROUTE
THE NEWLYWEDS WILL CRUISE
WITH CHEMICALS IN THE BOOT
AND SYRINGES WITH YELLOW HUES
THEYRE HUNTING FOR THE MEEK AND MUTE
AS THE ANTICHRIST GROWS IN HER WOMB
THEY ONLY TO FLAY AND REBUKE
TO TORTURE AND ABUSE
THE MOUNTAINS CALLING TO ME
ON THE GROUND DOWN ON MY KNEES
HOUNDED BY PROPHESIES
YOU MAY SIT IN YOUR PEWS
AND HEAR THE GOOD NEWS
BUT THERE IS AN ANCIENT TUNE
IN THE CORPSEWOOD RUNES
EVERYTHING HERE WAS TRUE
EVERYTHING HERE WAS TRUE
EVERYTHING HERE WAS TRUE
EVERYTHING HERE WAS TRUE
THE MOUNTAINS CALLING TO ME
CROWNING HORNS THROUGH THE TREES
THE MOUNTAINS CALLING TO ME
FOUNTAINS OF BLOOD WILL APPEASE
THE MOUNTAINS CALLING TO ME
POUNDING LIKE GHOSTLY STEEDS
CROWNING HORNS THROUGH THE TREES
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OLD THRASHERS REUNION
A congeries of primaeval tracts documenting the moth that tried to enter the bright eye, so I go shuffling out of life, Just to hide in death awhile
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