Last track off my LIEFHEBBER debut EP. Very heavy and quite dark. Probably my favourite thing I've done so far.

Vocals and guitar by me. Drums are a blend of Spitfire Audio LABS Drums and MandaAudio MT Power Drumkit 2. The bass is LABS too.

And the amp is my beloved Ignite Amps Emissary, with NadIR as my cab sim.

The album art is by a good friend of mine. They--to my boundless frustration--insist that I don't credit them for it, I think because they're not interested in pursuing art professionally anymore.

Lyrics:

A miserable wait, eight infernal suns

Beat us as we carry a crippled horse

Facing this we persist in dejected prayer

Tried to betray God's unkind abrogation

He takes, He takes, He takes

Now we wade through the bloodied murk

As we burn her bones and spread the word

Facing this we persist in our crumpled pose

As our innards contort inside a black rose

He takes, He takes, He takes

Dry cough, forced words, blue lips, dead eyes

Dry cough, heaving in pain, breathing corpse

Dust into dust, she lay

The Devil's want has sway

And I don't see why I shouldn't

[x2]

Leave

[x3]

Why should I stay in this wretched place?

Serenity blooms only through exit wounds

Quell the thought (quell the thought), is that what she wrought? (it's not what she wrought)

Yet still I feel (yet still I feel) this void will never (never) heal

Matricide, she already died

By my hand, words I had denied

Wish I was--a more lovely son

Wish I was--a more lovely son

Now do you see why I should not leave, 'cause I don't, my friend

(I don't care)

I don't see why I shouldn't

Leave, leave it all... behind

My eyes have travelled East and West

North and South and I can attest

He takes, He takes, He takes

No resolution to this progression

No love of Man in the heart of God

His sacrifices: a vain con-

cession

A plague of ages we now endure

My sorrow is but a faint blitter

On a moon-sized canvas of

Dying

Dying (we are, we are)

Dying (slowly, surely)

[x2]

Her blue face is burned in-

to me and I can't see

Slow gasping, air like a

Brick, no happy...

ENDINGS

All will burn

All will burn

All will burn and

Ash will rule

[Repeats]

They went and put you in a wooden box

It doesn't have your personality

Old belongings conjure fading memories

Oh how I wish that you were by my side

Of your precious being lost to the

Time and weather, how I miss you now

Words cannot say. My mother