O' agent of contempt,
Whose breath is poison to Earth,
We have come to preempt,
What more harm might unearth,
O' scorned youth, murderous and blind,
Oblivious to the grand design,
Whose miserly and avaricious vessels contain sentience undue,
Your malicious deeds will not go without redress...
As the Son builds upon foundations of mire and sand,
The shrewd, apathetic envoys of the Mother advance,
We look down upon you:
O' infant race, unscathed by the course of nature,
Your Mother weeps as She orders the cleansing of Earth,
O’ how she laments your wasted potential,
We are here, to fulfill Her decree,
That Her vessel may once again know unity,
We shall watch as you wilt away,
Wilt...
Thus darkness fell upon man,
Her holy form, desecrated in life, shall be the venue of the ceremony of death,
O’ scorned youth, foolish and blind,
You shall now face your judgment,
We look down upon you:
Failed spawns of Earth, a symbol of disgrace,
And upon the derelict wastes of the human race,
And thus, the memory of man disappears--washed away as their Mother sheds Her tears.
Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego