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Years pass by
Without day, without night
Old and blind
Withering alive in a hell of my design
Gazing into myself
Spectres stalk the landscapes of my mind
Wilderness drags me into it’s thorned embrace
Piercing, tearing the fabric of my thoughts
Lost in the shadow of the dark peak
Withering alive
Paradise has fallen into the void
Where hope is a ghost and light is denied
The eulogy unspoken
Funeral pyre without flame
Constellations abandon the sky
As suffering breathes my name
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Mother I know thee not
Called forth from infinite womb
Nurtured in hostile cradle
I am of thee, yet estranged
An intruder trapped in a once familiar dream
Able to touch but unable to feel
The moon cries out to me
Before her council of reverent trees
This sacred grove, unchanged by time
Where grasping branches groan and bind
And whisper secrets into the night
Atavistic thread through Earth, flesh and sky
Ancient language long lost in time
Forgotten, familiar words fall without form
Like shapeless silhouettes slip between standing stones
What was, is and shall be
Lost on the wind and out of reach
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Blind Monarch
13:33
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Sunrise
New dawn
Light bathes the earth once more
Frost thaws
New growth
I feel new life take hold
Sunrise, sun fall
Darkness clings to these cold walls
Nothing breathes
Nothing grows
Nothing lives
And no one knows
Lord of this place, light dare not penetrate
A blind monarch in a kingdom of despair
Reflects on hollow conquests
Sips from a poisoned chalice
Waged a battle for a shadow crown
A kingdom which never existed
The horns fell silent at my coronation
None to praise the blind monarch
Glasses empty, no words spoken
None to praise the blind monarch
Funeral inauguration
None to praise the blind monarch
Head hung heavy, wreathed in shadow
None to praise the blind monarch
Mind corrupted, frail, naked
None to praise the blind monarch
Solitary ceremony
Performed in blackness and filth
Witnessed by the worms
With bare hands I buried all I lost
And am what remains
Sunrise, sun fall
Darkness clings to these cold walls
Nothing breathes
Nothing grows
Nothing lives
And no one knows
Sunrise, sun fall
Darkness clings to these cold walls
Nothing breathes
And nothing grows
None to praise the blind monarch
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Living Altar
17:12
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Writhing
Trembling
Moaning
Breathing
Waking
Dreaming
Willing
Bleeding
Living Altar
Pillars of reason crumble to dust
Temples to logic burn
Mausoleums, impotent to fetter the violence of our nature
Shattered prisons, ruins, reclaimed by the essence of the wilderness
Monuments to patriarchal control
Schizophrenic despair, awakened in the heath top moonlight
In her presence reason falters
Kneel before her, living altar
The visceral overcomes the rational
The lunar eclipses the solar
As blood begins to flow down the living altar
Dismal ritual
In a hostile temple
Blackened ministry of the nocturnal sisterhood
Chaos stirs within our veins
And over reason chaos reigns
Writhing
Trembling
Moaning
Breathing
Waking
Dreaming
Willing
Bleeding
In her presence reason falters
Kneel before her, living altar
The visceral overcomes the rational
The lunar eclipses the solar
As blood begins to flow down the living altar
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Blind Monarch Sheffield, UK
Blind Monarch weave moments of a dubious beauty into a corrupted majesty of ugliness and despair.
The debut album
'What Is Imposed Must Be Endured' was captured in a derelict space in the North of England during the bleak mid-winter of 2017 and is available now via Black Bow records.
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