Samsara

by Graveborn

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1.
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 A realization Of what I've become The lives I've taken To preserve my own I must undo it all Leave nothing behind Erase the memories Erase myself Paint the man, cut the lines Cut the flesh Pain the man, cut the lines Let it come
2.
Immortal 04:34
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
3.
Leviathan 03:12
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
4.
Anatta 03:01
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.
5.
Samsara 03:19
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
6.
System Shock 03:41
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
7.
Ouroboros 04:48
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
8.
Plutocrat 05:50
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
9.
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

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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 May 23, 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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