Samsara

by Graveborn

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Recorded in bedrooms, self-released and promoted. Any purchase is used to fund physical copies and future merch! we exist on the support of fans. Thanks for listening!

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released 23 May 2014

music and lyrics by Chris Ramusiewicz & Christian Florez
Guitars + Bass played by Chris Ramusiewicz
Vocals by Christian Florez
mixed and mastered by Winston Stevens
Cover Art by Rotting Graphics
Banner Art by Paris Thibault
Logo by Rachel Peters

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Track Name: The Dark Descent
The shadow calls

Within my dreams, an unearthly wail
draws ever closer, entrancing me
It cries for blood, its eldritch thirst
unsatisfied

Madness devours me, escape my only end
A decision made in desperation
Ancient blood ritual, unholy magic seeded with
the lives of the wretched

"Mercy!"; their pathetic cry
The judgement passed: no quarter for a worthless life
Loathsome, their cowardice
Undignified in their death as they were alive

Paint the man, cut the lines
cut the flesh
Paint the man, cut the lines
let it come

Within my dreams, an unearthly wail
draws ever closer, entrancing me
it cries for blood; its eldritch thirst
unsatisfied
Track Name: Immortal
Long have I wandered, an ancient unseen
My form unchanging for eternity
Cursed with existence on this mortal plain
Death's vigilant gaze has passed over me

Aeons pass before my eyes, as if changing seasons
Time becomes irrelevant

Stripped of desire, my purpose unknown
Unwanting in perpetuity
Fortune and glory seem paltry reward
For one unconcerned with legacy

Far removed from the fruitless toils of men
In their suffering, they seek salvation
I observe, beside time's flowing river
as all of their empires are turned to dust

Turned to dust.

Ancient and undying I remain
a stoic observer of what comes to pass

Long have I wandered, an ancient unseen
My form unchanging for eternity
Cursed with existence on this mortal plain
Death's vigilant gaze has passed over me

Ancient and undying I remain
A stoic observer of what comes to pass
Track Name: Leviathan
There lays asleep a nightmare provoken
It’s tendrils clawing underneath our own galleon
There lays asleep a nightmare provoken
The scent of blood pervades the creature’s senses
A blackened cloud looms ahead

Found; abandoned thousands of years ago
An eldritch incantation halted flow of time
Decapitated corpses row the ship ahead
Trapped between realities, no escape

Dread creeps on our skin
Dead flesh fills the air
Dread creeps on our skin
Dead flesh fills the air

Oblivion has now chosen forth our faith
A gate is opening, bringing with it: plague

Locusts swarm amongst the sky and in the sea the sharks accompany
Blackened bursts of shadow break apart our craft
In the water lies the beast

It breathes
In one massive inhalation, he blackens out the world

He blackens out the world
In one massive inhalation, he blackens out the world
And now we stand, at the gates of death
Wondering, can we weather the undertow?

Can we swim against the tide?
Free us from the bowels of hell
Track Name: Anatta
Existence experienced inside a vacuum
Bereft of contact, no sense of connection
Is preferable to the maddening glimpse of hope
Lived in endless shackles to a hopeless cause

The nature of consciousness itself is solitary
An island of experience, impossibly separated

Life is empty if it remains unshared
To bridge an infinite gap, a sisyphean task

Reject reality

An ever darkening frustration continues to grow
The path to redemption has been lost
Eyes of envy, blood shot red
Hope for disaster, purge this disease

Eye to eye with the shadow of the self
A communion seeped in blood and hate
Slaughter those who have broken through
And have torn their own boundaries down


The nature of consciousness itself is solitary
An island of experience, impossibly separated
Slaughter those who have broken through
And have torn their own boundaries down

Eliminate all hope

Wallow in the sense of satisfaction
That jealousy may not be spurred again
Shatter all chances of freedom
May our mutual darkness reign supreme.
Track Name: Samsara
Searching for purpose in meaningless chaos
We grasp at shadows of truth before our mortal end

A cyclic existence;
Floating between perception and oblivion

Is endless suffering a consequence of life?
Or dictated by our corporeal desires?

Samsara, the Great Wheel of Becoming
I shall tread its paths, a pilgrim of emptiness

Transcending individual reality,
Peering beyond the veil of the ego

Searching for purpose in meaningless chaos
We grasp at shadows of truth before our mortal end
Track Name: System Shock
Humanity evolved
forged by our mortal hands
a perfect union of meat and machine
Consciousness enhanced;
Free of animal urges
Cold steel wrapped in pulsing veins

I am reconstructed as a new species
My intellect no longer chained to the limits of flesh

Machine impulse?
Programmed Instinct?
(or) Bio-logic, housed in circuits?

Chaos of corporeal form merged with flawless mechanical order
Cognizance decoupled from self-contained experience
Amongst the lines of thought and code, a being of amalgamate splendor
Anatomy divine, enshrined in both sinew and wire

In my cold existence separated from the wants of men
Timeless, limitless
I am drunk with vision, comprehension of true freedom
Timeless, limitless
Track Name: Ouroboros
A darkening apocalyptic landscape
Harkens memories of our past errors
A projection of this mindset forebodes ill

We are witnessing a fallacy
A reckless disregard for all of humankind
It will be our undoing

Hold no man as equal
They are but stepping stones
In this bloodthirsty lust for power

These callous beliefs
Have proven disastrous
For thousands of years

For far too long
Society has been mired in a miasma of blood

In a century, we will be naught but ash

Like a beast, whose body, feasts on itself

They trample on the weak without a second thought
Crushed underneath

A comfortable creature is the most docile and obedient
Trade your freedoms for your pleasures as you see fit

We will all soon pay for our indulgences
The consequences of our obsequiousness made apparent

We are made slaves
Taught to obey

A darkening apocalyptic landscape
Harkens memories of our past errors
A projection of this mindset forebodes ill


We are witnessing a fallacy
A reckless disregard for all of humankind
It will be our undoing

Like a beast, whose body feasts on itself

They trample on the weak without a second thought
In a century, we will be naught but ash
Track Name: Plutocrat
This world is nothing but ephemeral flame
Your life and mine, a transient spark
So I won't deny my material urge
My lust for control

The relentless flow of time has me in its grasp
its grip tightens around my throat
What I can't dominate, I will drag with me
into the depths of hell

Useful minions, enthralled by my resources
Human cattle, exploitable and disposable

Exploitable and disposable

I have built my kingdom on the backs of the meek and despaired
They'll cast themselves into damnation for a chance at my crown
Track Name: In The Presence of Ignorance
Senses impacting an emptiness
The observer is a fictional construct
There exists nothing but suffering
When these aggregates are considered true

There exists nothing but suffering
When these aggregates are considered true

From false dualities arise a sense of self
Discriminating faculties facilitate feeling
Perception of these stimuli leads to prejudices
The concept of “I” is created

This constant cycle of grasping at illusions
Leads to unending grief and suffering
The hellfire of loss cannot be tamed
Until all pleasure has been renounced

Perception of these stimuli leads to prejudices
The concept of “I” is created

Complete assimilation with chaos
Will grant vision of the eye of the storm
Complete assimilation with chaos
Will grant vision of the eye of the storm

Assimilate with chaos

That which exists is destined to dissolve
There is no ground, only constant falling

No escape from rebirth
in the realms of suffering
Cyclic existence
Renounce fear

Senses impacting an emptiness
The observer is a fictional construct
There exists nothing but suffering
To escape, we must renounce fear