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An Unbenighted Tale

by Chiasmus

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1.
My imperial form, crawling from the moss, a twisted aberration from the grave a phytochronic lens seeks destruction and I follow where I am willed to be I have no control over my soul I can think only woe Compelled toward the garden's edge Where my bones have lain for eons I have no control over my soul I can think only woe A dark magick spell is thrust Upon my brittle old bones Let me break my bonds Let me take control A dark magick spell is thrust Upon my brittle old bones
2.
Excise this spell from my form has it fused to my bones or the flesh that still clings to me? A figure approaches me, enrobed in swirling void And so I know what comes next Grotesque self-actualizing dismemberment Removal of my ribs to stab the mage in the head His brain covered in shards of ivory bone Never having guessed that this vassal would rebel I lift my arms in freedom, in liberation Given a second life, I am filled with eudaimonia What shall I be? What shall I do? Exert dominion over this world.
3.
Rummaging, looting, the dead mage's scroll racks Pilfering his drawers, racked with ichors and potions elixirs of multifarious purpose Maligned with the putrid stench of life Rise from the grave my brethren Join me as I destroy our former master's lair Ransack the lab! Take what you need Or what you want It's all free, like you So long as you do my bidding! (no! no! you fucking ghouls! don't rip me apart! I don't deserve this! Is freedom more important to you than loyalty? give me back my clavicle! my sternum! I needed that!)
4.
A disembodied skull is all I am Seated atop a tower of bones Dragged below my realm My throne and crown gone May Satan let me crawl up from hell!

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An odious lamentation issued for nefarious purposes by the vessel for imperfection known as Chiasmus. Recorded in a single day during winter 2021 about the corrupting nature of power. And also skeletons and wizards and magick. Happy Halloween!

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released October 31, 2022

All music and lyrics written and performed by Chiasmus
Album art by Willie Schack
Album layout by Chiasmus

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Blackened lots of things... death metal, heavy metal, black metal... you name it we got it

Fuck nazis and christofascists

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