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Runes Beneath the Bark

from Voice of the Burned by Vast Souls

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lyrics

In silence, always watching
the tragedy of sentience
in impotence...

In our omnipotence,
are we so powerless
to quell the rage of man?

They slaughtered us...

And still...
We pity our conquerors.
We could not save them
From their own will…

The poison of avarice
swims in their veins.

They yearn for destruction...


O pitiful man
Flayed wide upon the altar of time.
Thy valor seen truthfully
for the first time.
You think in death I am vulnerable?

I am the dagger that slits the cosmos' throat...
I am the river through which all wade...
I am time, I am light...
O pitiful man,
You can never corrupt me!

Cosmic winds strip the soul;
Celestial waters ferrying stars!
The ground you covet
as slave to your lust
will never bend.
It will add you to the stars.

I see your name
carved beneath the bark
in old tongues
that dryads speak...

The oak trees bay,
the druids cry out
as the derelict will of man
skins the trees
in pursuit of secrets
in unknown tongues,
which, in a heartbeat,
they would destroy.


I look upon the gaunt face of man
washed pale in the shade of doom.
Through one thousand eyes
clouded with tears.
Woe unto the fate of man
sundered by the winds of time.
For each tree they cut
so to did they fall,
one by one,
leaving only their rune beneath the bark.


O blighted child...
Like a pariah,
your cries resound in vain.
From hill top to glade,
from star to star,
you are alone,
lost and damned!

May you find solace
in the abject stillness of death
as your throat fills with roots
and your veins coarse soil.
May your cries resound
between the trees
and fade into nothing,
peaceful and still.

And still...
we weep as you perish
as a mother mourns her child,
as the life drains from its face.
We weep...

Sleep beneath this wood
of growing tombstones
with runes beneath their bark.

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from Voice of the Burned, released October 1, 2019

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Cosmic black metal of death and rebirth from the consumptive wasteland of Vancouver, BC.

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