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The Pangs of our Covenant

by Black Urn

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Bushmaster 05:08
Move stones from the altar I was born of folklore gestation within the combustion of stardust in John the Baptist’s dreams. Courted by whispering darkness as a stumbling fawn. Snatch the cricket from the palm of the drywall Vestigial, stigmatic limbs Sworn to you, I carry out your will A mole enslaved in a kingdom of dirt and worm gods The sky hisses in retaliation as Pangea-teeth molds the void launch into the raindance silos give forth their bastard litter When destiny comes to fetch me, I’ll be waiting, with the head of my father in hand.
2.
This is a prayer to to Zoltar: Do we slowly edge towards the brink or it towards us? Stare out to the sea renounce your deities Tonight and forever, this bullet is a gateway that will unchain me from this anchor of a life. Thwart not the traveler. Restless in my flesh, released, slit by glass encasement years pass only for the sky to part and in response my entreatment’s echo sealed to the ancients cycle cessation I learned nothing do not resurrect me
3.
The corpse of Caesar is hurtled off Mount Sinai’s edge, into the starving hands of fucking pariahs; gnawing through golden, silk robe woven by your pawns. Babylon will burn tonight Doused with head-refreshing, precious oil Et tu? Manicured nails rip throne cushion like a cat in a coward’s reluctance, strikes the final hour. Come sit before Anubis. Delorian Gray unveils his masterpiece Screaming souls bound within a marble bust Temples cleansed and bleached Heavens boil. Messiahs called out Et mihi. Empty churches/capitols: the fecal decomposite of hair and bones, of mankind’s feeble attempt to stop the sun from setting. sic semper tyrannus.
4.
40 Devils 06:25
Gestation floods with vinegar gypsy hand climbs soft spine through skin our kin intertwine Sound surrounds the fetal orobori. Parastic cryptophasia: “When you’re called from the void you’ll awaken feasting on your flesh hanging by a thread over a million teeth. Til the day I climb out your ribcage and blossom from the nectars of your marrow” Fall down the stairs. Lakshmi and Krishna are dying inside me.

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All Songs Written by Black Urn
Recorded/Mixed Spring 2016 by Brad Wallace in Philadelphia
www.bradwallacerecording.com
Mastered by Brad Boatright at Audioseige in Portland
Design/Layout by Noia Illustration

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released June 10, 2016

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Black Urn Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

5-piece doom/sludge band based in Philly.

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