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Debut EP.
We recorded this thing in Kevin's basement while his dog cowered behind the toilet upstairs. We're sorry, Sandy.

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released May 2, 2017

Bass: Kevin Gintoli
Drums: Josh Storms
Guitar, Backing Vocals: Tony Pellino
Lead Guitar, Vocals: Sean Harold

Lyrics by Sean.
Tracks 2, 3, and 5 music by Sean and Tony.
Tracks 1 and 4 music by Sean.

Produced by the band.
Recorded by Kevin.
Mixed, mastered, and all that crap by Sean.
Cover art by Sean.
Photos by Tony.

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We play doomy, sludgy crust punk. Japan loves us, they just don't know it yet.

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Track Name: Wormwood
The lungs of a dead earth
Choking on dirt
Bile and broken teeth
Our plague is birthed
Scourge of Abaddon
Purged of our worth
A collapse of our gnashed beliefs
Our plague is birthed

The silence of a broken creed
Falls plaintive; blind, deaf, and mute it trembles
Pariahs, sound the seventh song
A choir of ruptured lungs to sing the praise of a blackened sun

Bent toward the sky
Starless, the night
Wormwood, in bitter fall
Rent from its flight
Gnarled with vines
Wormwood, with shivered thrall

Corrupted under locust breath
A miasma lies weightless, numbed in choler
Above us in curdled pitch
The scent of putrescent light that once fell deft on moon-fed wights

Bent toward the sky
Starless, the night
Wormwood, in bitter fall
Rent from its flight
Gnarled with vines
Wormwood, with shivered thrall

Elohim aum
His vassals
The coldest sun
Frozen black
Dusk dawns
The coldest sun
Frozen black
Track Name: Let Flow Your Tongues
Deathless respite
In holy plague
Breathless reprise in cruciform graves
A pox on our house
An ode to our sins
In simpering doubt, this stillborn prophet

Devout believers
Let flow your tongues
A torrent of ill bred conceits
Once bursting from lungs
The sky is frozen
The sun sleeps low
The carcass of air that we breathe
Delinquent and old

Praise be to G-d
Take my flesh
Praise me as G-d's last holy convent
Track Name: Bathed in Rust
Singing fevered praise
To our ghostly Airavata
Pale death-head
In ebon faith
These milky eyes and tusks upon us
Thrice deathless
Spite let us
Pray

Sick with fever dreams
Tongues caked in dust
Blistered, guttered pleas
Betray us

Behold my creed
In deathless faith
Twice paid in grief
Corrupt and vain
In dreaded opulence
This albino’s monastery
Oh frail divinity
And wracked with black repentance
Like wayside spendthrifts let us carry
Our frail divinity
In pale lividity
Pray

Sick with fever dreams
Tongues caked in dust
Blistered, guttered pleas
Suns bathed in rust
Pray! Pray!
Tongues graved with lust
Pray! Pray!
Betray us

In twilight
The sky falls red
Will God’s horn sound?
This foul night
With colic breath
Churns seas and ground

Our frail divinity
In pale lividity
Spite let us, kneel
Pray

Sick with fever dreams
Tongues caked in dust
Blistered, guttered pleas
Suns bathed in rust
Pray! Pray!
Tongues graved with lust
Pray! Pray!
Betray us
Track Name: Cherished and Crass
Abstention, a graceless act
The voiced disdain of a voiceless tact
I've slit my throat, to spite my neck
But the gurgles of laughter I held, are now held back

Cherished and crass and nourished with dust
Scattered like ash, stale blood
Cherished and crass and nourished with dust
My tongue, parched and cankered, caresses my gums
Cherished and crass and nourished with dust
Scattered like ash, and cum
Cherished and crass and nourished with dust
My eyes, chalked and sightless, stare at the sun

I've spit my breath, in fountains of phlegm
I've mounted my cross, the mouthless HaShem
I've spit my last breath, in fountains of phlegm
I've mounted my cross as the son of lesser men

Cherished and crass and nourished with dust
Scattered like ash, stale blood
Cherished and crass and nourished with dust
My tongue, parched and cankered, caresses my gums
Cherished and crass and nourished with dust
Scattered like ash, and cum
Cherished and crass and nourished with dust
My eyes, chalked and sightless, stare at the sun

Silence, give me silence
My voice is a barren tomb

Cherished and crass and nourished with dust
Scattered like ash, stale blood
Cherished and crass and nourished with dust
My tongue, parched and cankered, caresses my gums
Cherished and crass and nourished with dust
Scattered like ash, and cum
Cherished and crass and nourished with dust
My eyes, chalked and sightless, stare at the sun
Track Name: Be Still
Preaching in endless whispers
The snowfall came like every winter’s
Believing the remnants had withered
We never saw the ground was blistered
And black with ice

Cold and brittle skinned
My breath has quickened
Be still, this language

Streaming in endless flutters
The snowfall turned our words to stutters
Now black with ice

Cold and brittle skinned
My breath has quickened
Be still, this language
In wan reproach
Cold, with stilted grins
Inflections stiffen
Be still, this wasteland

Culled through our silence
Our veins are slowing
And our hearts
Once nourished with hope and compassion
Shed the weight of a million suns
Shed the burden of holding on
Shed the burden of knowing love
Our blood is viscous
In these veins so coarse with id
Snow falls still

Cold and brittle skinned
My breath has quickened
Be still, this language
In wan reproach
Cold, with stilted grins
Inflections stiffen
Be still, this wasteland

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