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Conducting From The Grave - (2013 Hard copy)
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
This is a hard copy of our 3rd full length album. Independently released October 1st 2013 with help from our fans via Kickstarter, this is the followup to our two Sumerian records released albums "When Legends Become Dust" (2009) and "Revenants" (2010). Its 10 tracks, over 40 minutes of metal. For fans of The Black Dahlia Murder, Between the Buried and Me, Revocation, Lamb of God, All Shall Perish, Unearth etc.
Includes unlimited streaming of Conducting from the Grave (2013 Self Titled)
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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lyrics
The bell doth toll, the ringing stings in the vacant mind. A feeling all too real of my impending end, but I digress. Abhorrent one, who are you to claim reign of me, to judicate my sins to condemn my life? But oh this chamber speaks to me. The walls, they breathe and sing their twisted psalms, blood hymns, consumes where darkness creeps. In the voids will I wake, reborn, enlightened? Was I left to remain, chained to this lifeless cage? Will I rise from the depths, prevail unbroken, or will this abyss bring me to meet my early grave? Do I not see the rain turned glass? The shards that stab, unrelenting pain. Like winters cold, the swarming chills, there will be no warmth to comfort me. But oh this chamber speaks to me. The walls, they breathe and sing their twisted psalms, blood hymns, consumes where darkness creeps. In the voids will I wake, reborn, enlightened? Was I left to remain, chained to this lifeless cage? Will I rise from the depths, prevail unbroken, or will this abyss bring me to meet my early grave? These stars that I see, the lights that now fade, they're calling my name. Though their voices seem to be the least welcoming. The pulse is starting to slow, the rhythm deranged. The means to an end that I never planned on becoming. Gone. In my tomb I will dwell, down the rabbit hole deeper still. I am the sleeper who dreams, the lidless eye thats stirring. An empty vessel to fill by my demons, and my haunting past. The ignorance bred from a confused mind and the will to peer. I am the reason you hunt for light. I am the reason you hide in fear when the dusk shrouds this lifeless earth.
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