Introduction

Track 7 off our EP Exhortations.
Lyrics:
You turned this world into a home for lust and deceit.
Once meant for harmony, you mangled it; a breeding ground for pestilence and low self worth.
I will break myself from you, and lose my pity, for there is none for a coward, the likes of which you have become.
I will spit in your face, and stomp out the flame.
Do not doubt my power.
Your life is fictitious.
You worthless idol, you false prophet. You tempt us to fall.
I will bury you in the sands of malice and lust, I will break down your family.
Behead you, like a traitor to his king. Your foothold is gone.
You will never survive, and when you are gone, I'll place your horns on the mantle.
Welcome to the end.
The end, the end.

Pestilence

Track 6 off our EP Exhortations.
Lyrics:
Healing what these scars may have left, always hoping for a better tomorrow.
Help me see, guide me away from the past.
I've told you once and I'll say it again, there is no turning back.
There is no turning back.
There is no turning back, no looking at the past, take what you lack and get back on track.

Extenuate II: Alleviate

Track 4 off our EP Exhortations.
Lyrics:
Oh dear God, deliver them.
You fall in line of judgement, conform to what everyone expects.
We have lived as soulless slaves, decaying in these shallow graves.
Oh dear God, deliver them.
Your voice can be heard young man, so be heard and make your stand.
I won't conform, I won't be like the rest of them.
Oh dear God, deliver them.

Shallow Graves

Track 3 off our EP Exhortations.
Lyrics:
He hides on the fringes of your vision, brief glimpses of the distorted
He slithers and writhes behind your eyes
Before you know it your children are taken, and now its come down to you
His breath is oppressive, his presence acidic
He feels pity is undue
Suddenly trapped in his grasp so tight, you struggle to break yourself free.
Your children are crying, though their eyes removed
They collapse, still and silent.
He pulls you ever closer, the man's size, dark, and wide.
He exists because you thought of him.
He strikes and cuts; your skin flays open, your soul too weak.
This should not have happened, if only you would have listened.
Never go into his forest.
No eyes, yet always watching.

Nomadic (Tampa, FL)

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