From 2004 full length "As the Roots Undo"
Released by Robotic Empire and Hyperrealist
Recorded and mastered by Anthony Stubelek at Rockstudio in Brunswick GA

Rejoice, rejoice a noble birth, a prince is born.
Behold the birth of violence, beasts of fang and feather cry for our concrete rapture,
and if we beg to be put down, unto us the most inspired storm.
A princess ravaged by her prince behold; the birth of sex and distance, two frail corpses both were they, his eyes were the first to stray... every tree held fast the earth to sky.
Concrete replaces every branch and twig as they were frayed upon the birth of ambition. The heavens filled our gilded vessel with poison tears, before we drink, I propose a toast, a final prayer.
Here's to the watchers in the wood, here's to the last days, unto us a most inspired song.
Shaper, stop the music.
Halt the harp strings whose chords confuse our histories with textures.
With the disheartened chorus of a hymnal whose choir is the conviction of the starving, artless, tempted by the feast of proof that this body of work has worth.
Uncertain as the fingering of a chord torn prematurely from a piano's womb.
As we fill our precious lungs with concrete, that faithful shade, a shaper's song is stopped short- a dying breath a singing shore.
Then the only movement and the last remains of grace:
Pollen falling off the simple hinge joint leg upon the final breath of a dragonfly.
A cardinal, lost but headstrong in mid flight cries for our concrete rapture, wade...
in the water, wade. Let the flood swell, thank the storm for her tears.
The faithful say its beautiful, its god's will
but the fool knows what the prophets have seen, no salvation's impending.
The faithful say its beautiful, its god's will let the flood swell and the bodies that break we'll just float down the river. Stay tame, soft river, while we weigh our faith, stay sweet, run softly, sweet river, the fool who wades in doubt will float like concrete.
Come and fill your lungs. Come and fill your lungs.
There's so much hope buried underneath tragedy, its the same shade as concrete.
The faithful say its beautiful, its god's will, let the flood swell
on the loudspeaker sermons and a parish descending.
There's so much hope buried underneath tragedy, its the same shade as concrete.
Let the flood swell.


"Same Shade As Concrete" from As the Roots Undo 2004

Rites of Spring

Spring

For Want Of

Deeper Than Inside

[Intro]

Death, Death, Death, Death.



[Verse]

The sky became blooded red.

The screams of humans of despair.

The end of time trumpet roars into the world.

But guess who is coming?

[Chorus]

He Is fucking angel of death, mother fuckers!

Death, Death, Death, Death.



[Verse]

Angel of death did fucking came.

And he will chase your fucking soul.

Showing Despair for them to surrender.

Despite this, they want to kill him.

But Guess who is ain't killing?


[Chorus]

He is fucking angel of death, mother fuckers!

Death, Death, Death, Death.


[Bridge]

He is fucking angel of death, mother fuckers!

Humans can't.

They can't Hurt,

They can't Kill,

They can't Stop.

Because Is fucking angel of death, mother fuckers!


[Outro]

Death, Death, Death, Death.



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Credit by MiyuShiba
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