from "Deprive" - December 10, 2013

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The Pathway To Everlasting Nothingness

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Deaths Head Mask

Deprive. 12/10/13

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Home Of The Dollmaker

The title track from Deprive. Out 12/10/13. Preorder: http://www.shopbenchmark.com/disfiguringthegoddess

Deprive

From the new album, "Deprive", releasing 12/10/13. 

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Industrial Quarter

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Swarm King

Old Man

Black Earth Child

Admiration Of Anger

Before the light heads down the last fire submersed into the ground. Sentinels are sleeping.  We escape into lands below, where all is blind and the old man never grows. Sound work in vision creating color and mist. Hounds crawl up from the sand, eyeless and rotten. Pets to guide him. Growing masses of insects spew from the pores of sanity. The sunset light goes down. The last fire submersed into the ground. Sentinels are sleeping. Rest easy, eternally. 

The Mother's Hand, Sixteen

Split down the middle flesh and bone spare nothing as the land of desert takes a toll. Meek and nimble, shadow fills the spaces. She listens to the spider. Consuming the fifth leg. Blinded by spear. Stop interrupted. By the wrath of man. Bearing life like light, vines and trees silent and strong. In the wordless chamber, communication deprivation. Recognize the disposal, unleash life everlasting. Meek and nimble, shadow fills the spaces. She listens to the spider. 

Lead To The Desert

Suffer Square

Hills are quite. Towns filled with innocence. Sun dies behind the mountain. The deep ones from the corners of the room expand their arms, dangled and frail. The voice cryptic with three times the tone of a human. Fear injects the mind. All that is fresh. All that is flesh. Rows of spines are starting to move. Arms of the kings are proud again, we are plunged into a reality of terror and everlasting night. Laughter heard from the sky. Tomb of our queen, broken. Our jackal in sight. The deep ones from the corners of the room expand their arms, dangled and frail. The voice cryptic with three times the tone of a human. They repeat to me one last final word ‘quite’.

All That Is Flesh

Phantasmal Tempest

A bunch of music I've made or played on. Gods Fallen/EVA/AFailed Suicide [I played drums for] and LessOfMyselfToKill is my solo stuff which my earlier stuff Is on here you can find my new music on the Lessofmyselftokill page! 
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