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The Grand Disillusionment

by Deadspace

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Jesus Devries
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Jesus Devries I am looking forward to all the latest projects Favorite track: The Funeral March.
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ernest66610 ty guys got the lp today yall r awesome
Ellen Le Quément
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Ellen Le Quément I love this music, the instrumental and the whole is huge Favorite track: As Time Moves Backwards.
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Despite the arguably cringey album cover, this album is actually rather rich in artistic melancholy and the music manages to stay interesting while exploring some of the most depressing atmospheres this year has to offer.
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adam2aces I feel my desiccated fragment of a soul returning to the soil for involuntary respiration. Favorite track: Lungs.
Rich Kinman
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Rich Kinman The cover of this album caught my eye, then I listened to it, and yes, it's damn good in my ears! Favorite track: Masturbation Ritual.
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1.
Inhale the slime In desperate gasping for better times Seeping through the cracks of hollow minds Smog and salty semen pollute the air As blood runs thinner Just like always, here we are feigning hope Forgoing reason, tying rope in coalition Sucking life in shaking fevers Shuddering in violent sweats A wretched pool of blood and piss To fuck us all while touching dicks Open fire, fragile pyre A coughing frenzy, swallow sand, breathe in the slime Writhing in faecal décor Painted in shit Open the gates and squander No silence shall permeate these walls Violence reeks through coliforms And billows despair
2.
There must be a place better for us than this earth Inertia curse our souls We’ve burned the forests to the ground And smoked the bones of helpless infants Drag our despairing lives through smegma Liberation? Torture. As time moves backwards In plastic seas we’ve drowned abysmal deaths While humanity becomes fucking piss-wasps As time moves backwards Tie my noose first and push me forward As time moves backwards Blackened hearts plague the sun Burn through us all, inertia There must be a better place for us than earth
3.
These black clouds above Will never go away No light will penetrate No gift from a fallen God Will satisfy, hungry rabid wolves The dark lord is with us, inside every living monster Embrace the warmth of evil Bow your heads to the slaughter The end is held in unfortunate delay So we suffer Malevolent longing A hunger growing A sermon delivered by seething lepers Marching ants to step on The grand delusion we swallow in sickness and longing A shattered skull to sleep on Enough to shake the pain for a feeble second Burning bodies lay cold as they face the burning sun Screaming for exile A sentenced belonging
4.
Sentient sleep, a horror to endure Bubonic slumber, a restless tenure Those moments of torture, frozen in flashes of vivid dwelling Forever plague my mind The ashes of remembrance And no escape Twisting the knife I appended to my skin Hatred in squalor a dirty fucking mind
5.
Infliction 04:31
Take these empty words and carve them into your arm Exude the salty tears of a mirrorless heart In sorrow, anguish and agony Teeth clamped on the muzzle Eyes as cold and rigid as the barrel engulfed Fading will to fight, to feel To struggle from this rope as it goes taught And breath escapes And I wish to escape too but I cannot, even in death I suffer Iron blood trickling down my throat Fuck you all in retrospect An exorcism of moral treason
6.
Don’t spill your light on us For these eyes burn brighter than you know It distorts my being, my thinking Sickens me to the fucking core Don’t shine on us We thrive in darkness and writhe in sickness
7.
Crawling sickness This scathing obsession with human flesh The scent of rotting prompts illness in my mind While masturbating with old bones in chambers Where I contain all the ashes of the world My morose condition, I dream of only blood, rust, and cum, and screaming in torture Solitude eats at my fingers, snapping like my splintered soul An ancient secret I cannot control Murder on mass Can’t we see the signs of depravity? The veil is opaque and counterfeit by kings And sold to us as salvation Open your fucking eyes and bite the fingers force fed Humanity’s long-lost laryngeal spasm In constant reflux, we’re whores to a cunt-raped system Stifled resistance to criminal ideology Do we not remember the promise of oblivion proclaimed by us, endorsed by some? We will die in this dystopic kingdom
8.
Born from a cold, cursed stillbirth He slithered from the tomb of his mother into earth A derelict whore, forbidden maternal justice The nameless spawn, heartless and vile A vagrant Destined to rule the foulest kingdom To ejaculate on every living soul To create a mire for them to drown in And bring merriment to filthy creatures A defecation, masturbation ritual An open-handed self service A broken-hearted malevolence To strip thousands of their identity Stand in violent refrain In death cult reign From the sickest fires of hell In the foulest flames we quell Under this noose like crown we drown
9.
Lungs 03:23
Feel your heart beneath your chest Racing in fear The fear that commands you Put the cold meat in your mouth Chew the worms Inhale maggots into your lungs In hatred we’ll congregate To suffer legionnaires Impertinence in sorrow Metabolise the sickness Feel the poison of tomorrow weaken your instinct Open your heart to murder and suicidal angels Embrace the freedom of the beast Living dormant for too long Rising up beneath your feet Looming over Break the cages of your heart The leaking of your swollen lungs In hellfire and bondage Bound like hogs
10.
This is the end of life The grand disillusionment A final supper for mankind Walk on slain carcass and share this meal with the vultures For you will feed their rabid maws Roaches crawl through skeletal cracks too small for serpents The bones beneath my feet These are the depths of hell

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Prologue:

Mother, you’ll be pleased to know that I am home again under the trees.
In divine nature, of where I forever longed return throughout my great despondence.
My entire youth, I engulfed myself in the ramblings of Milton, Shelley, Nietzsche and Eliot.
It is of credit to such minds for my romantic return to the earth and soil.
I no longer asphyxiate on city smog or contradicted ideals.
In fact, I am no longer mandated to respire at all.
The roots hold me tight now under this tranquil oak and hydration is unremitting.
For I left this earth.
I left this earth and its fragile paradigm, its seething hate, its feral un-wanting.
If thy longing to meet once more begs thee, you can find me in the grove, under the spade and slackened twine.
For Satan carries a pitchfork but no rake and hides no remains.

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released August 15, 2019

Engineered and mixed by Chris Gebauer at Oblivion Studios
Mastered by Drew James Griffiths
Guest vocals on track 7 by Cain Cressall

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Post Apocalyptic Black Metal

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