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Hold on to Heartache
03:21
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Hold on to heartache.
Rain wash the pain from my bones.
The sun and the moon
they color you all wrong.
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Defiance
05:45
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Your cadence rots off a frame of bone above me.
From under, flakes of a primal self peel away.
The cowards and liars walk into the glistening teeth.
It pains me, but we plan outside of their listening reach.
You're raining hate from a cloud of love, a shining beacon.
It satiates a need to not know yourself ever again.
The cowards and liars walk into the glistening teeth.
It pains me, but we plan outside of their listening reach.
And change won't come easy for you.
And change won't come easy for us.
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3. |
A Home/A Flame
04:09
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Home.
Flame.
Ancient in your ways, holding true.
Onward aching limbs, carry me to the scene.
Workhorse toiling, endless circles in the dust.
Sun drones from above, scorching bodies to the earth.
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Iron & Bronze
04:29
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He waited in silence,
his hatred trained betwixt the eyes of adversaries.
Death won't come for the untrue.
The wind in the trees
brings life to that which should be still
and all that's carried
is a will to live on the edge of hell.
We came from nothing,
but we're wrought from iron and bronze.
But the wings in the sky
who we fear and despise
lay our cities barren.
Behind the fault line
lies terror great with anvil hands.
They're building a stairway
straight from the depths to our own streets.
Great lumbering giants
armed to the teeth with all our hate
stride out of the forest
bags of gold and bones in tow.
We came from nothing,
but we're wrought from iron and bronze.
But the wings in the sky
who we fear and despise
lay our cities barren.
This is for those without hope.
This is for the ones who've given up.
There is no hope.
Nothing left for us.
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5. |
Fathoms Deep
04:51
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Cutaway the canker of love,
suddenly all becomes clear.
Battle-worn in ways of the heart,
turn around and face what we've become.
It's only time on the line, time that we'll never get back.
It brings a boil to my blood, white fire.
It sinks a hole in my heart, face what we've become.
Cutaway the canker of love,
suddenly all becomes clear.
Battle-worn in ways of the heart,
turn around and face what we've become.
Don't you hold anything close to your heart?
Powerless overload.
Back to the start.
Repetition, Culmination, Premonition of the future.
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Power Dons
06:10
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We too took fire in, held close in burning arms.
Into the roots of hell she burns like a sun.
Into the sky above, we burn white fire.
We are the power dons
of sweet and subtle lies.
And so it was, until she came and washed it all away.
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7. |
An Exodus
04:04
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8. |
Segue
03:45
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9. |
Circles
02:41
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Vultures Of Cult
Having the most fun not having any fun in Burlington, Vermont since 2007. Currently unsigned, independent and recording/releasing music DIY.
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Fellow Vermonters keeping it heavy and loose. Doom/Stoner Metal.
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Mates from our neighboring state of New Hampshire. Play with them whenever we can. Devastating. Humbling.
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