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Umbra
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I'm waiting in the dawn light, clawing, tongue like dirt
Bleeding wounds that unwind, nails worn through
Screaming, wordless prayer
Euphoria, distressed bough
Evoke now the monolith, sepulchral pyre beneath the earth
Veins of glass, skin of sand
A glance upon madness, to extort the flesh ever changing
Am I me?' I muse, through the fetid hollow
Leaves of tar, toxic sap, constricting bark
Limb of torment, drag me down, beneath the shadow
And I slumber, in His embrace
He cradles me to death
And I slumber, in His faith
He caresses, within my flesh
And I slumber, in His embrace
And I slumber, in His faith
He calls my name, deathless sin, in the moonlight
Uttering madness, please forgive me, endless nightmare
Peel my bones, shifting grass, fractal worship
Ageless god, nameless one, always within me
Fixate the blind, upon the egress, lidless eyes, a starless void
A new psychosis, fresh neurosis, an aberration of my mind
At once to subjugate myself, ties that bind through bloodless skies
Myriad eyes, peer through my sleeve, a tide of skin, ever shifting, sedulous
A monolith of sin, obsidian form engulfing him, feed me blind, feed me bitter truth of mind
A blanket of stars, to keep me warm under the sun, collective delusion, intrusion, illusion
Revealing his name, enthralling, sublime, I see too much beyond the pale, grand cold void, with rotted fang
Death grey flesh, birthed in ashen wastes, a tide of bone, ever screaming, lachrymose
I'm waiting in the dawn light
Screaming, euphoria
Sightless woodland
Breathless blood
Scraping at the dirt, I am building my home
Loose foundations, I am building my throne
Growing inside, resident fear of mine
Lightless eyes, reflecting through mirrors
Lingering soul of mine, incense of blood in the skies
Ever waiting god, empty heart within
The clutches of heavens eye, my teacher, my soul, my pride
I worship and adore, come not here, no more
Shrouded mist, befall the hill
Cascading down to me
Bleeding skies of crimson eyes
Entombed, a veil of thee
Standing at my hearth, I am showered with gold
Strong foundations, I am king, I am known
Growing inside, fearless soul of mine
Brightest eyes, reflecting through mirrors
Lingering call of blight, a whisper of insight divine
Ever waiting god, calling me to back to him
The presence in the moon, my teacher, my heart, my guide
I fear and abhor, come back to me, my love
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Gévaudan England, UK
Blending heavy, progressive riffs, lyrical solos, dynamic song writing and a strong story thematic, Gévaudan have carved out
their own musical
niche. Whilst they lean on epic and traditional doom influences, the band also draw upon progressive, black metal and 70’s psychedelia influences to create their own unique brand of heaviness.
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