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Death Meditation

by Funeral Leech

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Gremlin Monroe
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Gremlin Monroe The storm of vermin, raining maggots splattering Favorite track: Downpour.
Metal Chris
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Metal Chris Brutal death doom perfect for all kinds of settings from raising the dead to necrophilia. Favorite track: Morbid Transcendence.
Cosmographer
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Cosmographer Funeral Leech. Picture a funeral leech, man. Fucking gross! These fellas deliver the goods on this one - a nasty bucketful of molten metal alternating slow, foreboding tremolo riffing and old school death metal grooves. Vocals are awesome and the execution is top notch. If you like this stuff look no further! Replay value is high and you will be served here the way a chick is in a coop covered in corn.
Favorite track: Statues.
Colin M.
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Colin M. Immense and bleak. Like a pissed off Bolt Thrower mainlined some doom just before cranking the amps. Favorite track: I Am the Cosmos.
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1.
Downpour 08:15
When I die, bury me. So the Earth swallows me whole, let the roots wrap me up, let the rain wash me away. I will no longer suffer, I will no longer mourn. I will no longer hate, I will no longer love. The downpour will wash me away. The downpour will end my pain.
2.
Statues 05:01
The silence hurts more than any needle ever could. Cold face, all alone. Like statues, like stone. Guilt beckoning, nothingness becoming. Damage done, all alone. like statues, like stone. The faces turn to stone. Watch life fade away. Look up to the sky, only stone gaze returned. Statues fall like leaves, they topple to the ground. Sleep forever more, dream forever more.
3.
Twisting, turning, rotten flesh. Writhing in this wretched skin. Peeling, pulling, leper miasma. Burning, screaming in agony. Disgust for what I am. My disease is caustic pain. I remain in a tomb of shame. Burden of flesh, it all rots the same.
4.
Lament 08:00
One cut, open up. Expose, alone. Bleed out, removed. Taken, empty. Cut up, sewn up, left to die, alone again. Life shall continue, lick my wounds. Taste my failure, revel in it. Cut free from pain, left to my own again, trail of blood leads down, the path that leads away from now. Life goes on.
5.
Engulfed in necromantic smoke. Circles of salt collect all torment worn within. We transcend now, floating in astral form. Above the chains of this mortal coil. Let me go. Released into obscurity, left with nothing. Serene, holy nothing. I am free. Visions of horror blind my eyes, tormented by the chaos. Tired of this life. Close my eyes, pray for death. Walls close in, smoke surrounds. Watch my corpse, rotting away. Drift beyond this plane. Morbid transcendence, slipping away. Mind Body and soul, shift into next dimension. Death is a new beginning.
6.
Meditations on death, witness all outcomes. Watching truth unfold, destiny of time and space. I am the cosmos. I am the wind. I am finality. I am the end. I, eternity cast you down. Banish you to the void. Between the moon and the sky, between the sun and the earth. Ghosts of the past, they linger here. Never to see light again, never to shine again. There are no stars in my sky, as I fade into empty night.

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released April 17, 2020

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