Last World, Dead Universe

by Dim Lords

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1.
Crushed by coils of misery, shadows veil our eyes The gloom tasted this night is final This world is last in a dead universe Silence of all space soon shall reign We accomplished nothing, we endured no tests Pathetic excretus shall fall No salvation Black spume of life exits all aware Hope burnt to a cinder by the touch Of an all-pervading nothing, a coldness in our minds Mercilessly obliterating thought We accomplished nothing, we endured no tests Our pathetic excretus shall fall No salvation
2.
A Dead Thing 03:43
Children born from wounds of faceless ghosts Leaping into a filthy, gaping maw Newborn spirits feed this ancient hole Falling, doomed undead in the great unknown Breeze blows them into the god Breeze blows them into the god-damned And the stranger with no mouth said You were a liar, such a dead thing And the stranger showed the universe Inside his mind was a dead thing, too No hope as this last world dissolves No hope can withstand this summoned end Here where only ragged ghosts remain, Bloated with memories now bled into the Breeze blows them into the god Breeze blows them into the god-damned Poisoned world be gone! And the stranger with no mouth said You were a liar, such a dead thing And the stranger showed the universe Inside his mind was a dead thing, too Arise now! Arise now!
3.
Non Serviam 02:54
I am no slave to the implanted thoughts Whispering to me from the bleakest recesses Beyond the dark of the mind, I am compelled To do that which I refuse to do I serve nothing I smother that which conspires to have me Speak ill of my self and my creed Of remaining a wraith in a world of light That does harm to me and my useless mind I serve nothing
4.
Kenophobia 04:03
I feel nothing for this, no connection Being alive is not alright Enslaved by our false tech devil All can detect our demonic names Being alive is not alright I fear this void Among the masses, hear the death wind howl Being alive is not alright Its cold, unfeeling voice is The only thing that's real, singing Being alive is not alright I fear this void What is created is worthless, no meaning Being alive is not alright Enslaved by our false self devil We now reveal our demonic names Being alive is not alright I fear this void
5.
No sound of screams—just the sight of silent agonies And the shattering of bodies into crystalline sand Atmosphere disappears and the cold of space invades Homes and minds and worlds are utterly emptied Back to the black of dreamless sleep Back to the black of deepest fear Back to the black of where the mind goes When it has no room left to think No more belief, just the cold and silent universe Nothing left to corrupt, nothing left to usurp Nothing left to feel or force or beat into submission Homes and minds and worlds are utterly emptied Back to the black of dreamless sleep Back to the black of deepest fear Back to the black of where the mind goes When it has no room left to think Atmosphere disappears and the cold of space invades Homes and minds and worlds are utterly emptied Back to the black of dreamless sleep Back to the black of deepest fear Back to the black of where the mind goes When it has no room left to think

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This album came to Nailbat Tapes anonymously, the creators refusing to identify themselves. What they left was a screed formed out of twisted and barbed black metal, and this message:

"We are strangers . . . dim lords compared to what we once were. We transmit to those who have forgotten. Signals for those in thrall to infernal machinery. This world is the last in a dead universe. The silence of all space soon shall reign. We accomplished nothing. We endured no tests. Our pathetic excretus shall fall."

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released October 22, 2018

All music, imagery and lyrics, executed by Dim Lords, 2018

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