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The​.​shores​.​at​.​the​.​ire​.​of​.​their​.​subconscious​.​slumber

from Slowly grinding are the mills of gods (demo 2021) by Flesh of Once Demented

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Born from the ice of existence
Brought to the shores of their slumber
Provoke the fury of the gods
Be drowned in a dried out ocean of their ire
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Concealed to be the one
To pierce the hecatomb
Of illusions and nightmares
With a unifying bloodred fire.
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Within the scorn of gravity to unexplainable deviations
From their wombs sheer bearing
Of the despicable progeny of nightmares.
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Fourth dimension opens a path
Leading to the 1919 teeth jaws vulturing in a chasm
Of immortal stone giants
They stay out of time
They breed with mountains
Begotten shoggoths of the cosmic well.
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Upraised to the shores
Of unleashed ire
You break into their subconscious slumber.
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Mutilated bones
Of the perished ones
Will be their guardian in their subconscious slumber.
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("Poetry and the Gods" by H.P.Lovecraft and A.H.Crofts)
In thy yearning hast thou divined what no mortal else,
saving only a few whom the world rejects, remembereth;
that the Gods were never dead, but only sleeping the sleep
and dreaming the dreams of Gods in lotos-filled Hesperian gardens
beyond the golden sunset.

And now draweth nigh the time of their awaking,
when coldness and ugliness shall perish,
and Zeus sit once more on Olympus.
Already the sea about Paphos trembleth into a foam
which only ancient skies have looked on before,
and at night on Helicon the shepherds hear strange murmurings and half-remembered notes.

Woods and fields are tremulous at twilight
with the shimmering of white saltant forms,
and immemorial Ocean yields up curious sights beneath thin moons.
The Gods are patient,
and have slept long,
but neither man nor giant shall defy the Gods forever.
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from Slowly grinding are the mills of gods (demo 2021), released October 5, 2021

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