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Dream of Rats
02:55
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I scratch, these claws, your way, through filth and law
rat sight, work raw, black wings, you quiver my jaw
Chorus: Here in the dark you are the light in my eyes, like an ocean of stars we will collide, vibrant as the sun you are all that can be seen, you are the universe a rats dream
for your, fierce eyes, black gaze, i'd gladly die
all truth, no lies, as one, we will survive
chorus:
I chew, rot bone, dig dirt, building your home
black lips, soft moan, for you, my jaw does foam
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Quaker Whaling Cult
03:08
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witness this monster, blood surf of new bedford, opium sunrise, sharpen up the spade, fasten up the hooks, say good bye to loved ones, commit to iron for lays to be paid
chorus: Quaker Whaling Cult!
sail to the north, break on through the ice, watch for sign for blood will fill with oil, fill up the hull, slaughter up the beast, lost to the sea no longer do I recoil
I am the master, call me the Umialik, I worship with a walrus tusk in my hand, echos of life, etched now in the scrimshaw, bury me at sea for spirits walk the land
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The Summit
02:46
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when I reach the summit at last I can catch my breath, the suicide of father left me in the shade of death, all of his sorrow, pooled up like the torrid sea, haunted by visions, I curse the words that I believe
chorus: when I reach the summit, the sun will shine down on me, when I reach the summit, the sun will shine down on me, and I can finally breathe
a sickness was spreading, inflecting all the flesh and bone, as I climb these sharp stones I think about him all alone, all of this pressure, blinding me of all my sight, envision him drowning, caught up in the fire light
chorus:
as days turned to months I bloodied up my butchers hands, my grip was now fleeting on my way to hollowed lands, i quake and I shake like the trees that shed their leaves, i dream of the sunlight where I know he waits for me
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Wolf's Blood
04:24
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no more slave drums, no more cracking whips, no more rot foot, no more rowing ships, no more masters, no obsession, no more mind tricks, no more depression
chorus: I'm breaking gleipnir, becoming fenrir, I am breaking my chains, wolfs blood in my veins
no more bad dreams, no more sleepless nights, no more whispers, no more blinding lights, no more false truths, no more sweet lies, no more muffled ears, no more covered eyes
chorus:
break: no slave chains, no soul pains
no more sell swords, no more oppression, no more dead kings, no more manipulation, no more cowards, no more anxiety, no more back stabs, no more let it be
chorus:
break:
no more back steps, no more ill progress, no more tyrants, no more process, no more black thoughts, no more soul pains, no more land of gods, no more slave chains
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Crack Mountain Lincoln, Nebraska
we play old rotten toothed puma punk rock, or dead racoon spit metal, whatevs, we have fun. We are stuck smack dab in
Lincoln NE.
Zack Tucker: Bass, wild voyager
Robert Tewes: Drums, free barkskin
Jesse Lee Bomberger: Guitar and shitty vocals, bastard
Dylan Scott Pester: Producer and vibe influencer
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