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Demo (2018)

by Eske

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1.
Dead Relic 05:16
Vile plague winds Desecrated ground Blood before me Warrior renowned Battles fought, over choices made, not my ambition, at the tip of my blade. The king may guide us But won’t stand beside us A saga became of a coward I’d slain. Cowards that lurk In shadowed contempt whose word undenied a kingdom’s descent The screams and cries throughout this great hall Resonate from a king Who meant nothing at all Born anew, Amidst dust and smoke A leader within My spirit awoke Unyielding tempest power and blight Respected and feared, and purest of sight Transcendent keeper Defiler and reaper The plague winds blow again
2.
Invasion 05:38
Flames erupt. Smoke casts a shadow, a masquerade for terror and bloodshed. We inhale Sigils woven, flown drenched on spikes. Fabric sewn from garbs of the deceased. Impaled Dismantle primitive ideals. A distorted image of perfection, dirtied and callous, unrecognised. A crimson tide ashore, back into the sea. A slate wiped clean before the new moon.
3.
Heretic 05:34
A god had awoken after centuries of sleep. A slumber disrupted by the cries of his sheep. His flock, now outnumbered, have fallen to their knees. The prophet on a crucifix. Disciples of disease. Heed all of their cries, an ear for despair. Granting not their wishes, professing that I care. Come unto me, and I will give you rest. A lifetime of struggles, stumble to your death. Faith in the hammer, pounding down the nails. Bleeding from his limbs, the progeny who failed. Power delivered through thunder A presence always known. A heretic crawling from under bear witness an empty throne. Heed all of their cries, an ear for despair. Granting not their wishes, professing that I care. Come unto me, and I will give you rest. A lifetime of struggles, stumble to your death. Slay the heretic. Faith in the hammer, pounding down the nails. Bleeding from his limbs, the progeny who failed. Power delivered through thunder A presence always known. A heretic crawling from under bear witness an empty throne. He, who defies the love that's held within, suffers when he dies, and pays for all his sins. He, who denies the love that's held within, repent before you die
4.
Coil 05:12
Anger, hatred overwhelms me. Weak spirits linger, and surround me. Unsatisfied by a lack of loyalty, the fire dies as winds blow stagnant, but embers cinder forevermore. Twisting like a serpent, a coil of my lament. The smoke will rise as my spirit falls. Choking for air, I’ll stay low to the ground. In the absence of life, dead passion found. Rain won’t wash away my despair. A tsunami of tears won’t replenish my love. The seasons change and so does the heart. Burns won’t heal, but the search does go on. There is no perfection. Two lost souls discontent
5.
Lifeless wake of ruin. Heart ache still brewing. Awaiting the moon’s arrival. These eyes may shut forever. Present us with the lone night. A journey across the globe, to discover land and sea. Only to find that the knowledge I seek, was buried deep within me. The flesh burns cold, as the wind dies. The tides turn still, as the gods cry. Stuck in time, the ice preserves our longing for the lone nights. Sturdy walls start bleeding. The ground begins to crumble. Reveal what lies beneath, as decay starts breeding. Lifeless wake of ruin. Heart ache still brewing. Awaiting the moon’s arrival. These eyes may shut forever. Present us with the lone night. These vessels carried the life force within me. These hollow halls now echo the voices of those who’ve left me. The flesh burns cold, as the wind dies. The tides turn still, as the gods cry. Stuck in time, the ice preserves our longing for the lone nights Sturdy walls start bleeding. The ground begins to crumble. Reveal what lies beneath, as decay starts breeding. The sails are up, but the wind no longer blows. The gods look down upon the men of ill will.

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released November 4, 2018

Cole Moorhead - Vocals/Lyrics
Ira Lehtovaara - Lead Guitars
Jeff Berridge - Backing Vocals/Lyrics, Rhythm Guitars, Bass

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Eske Ontario

Melodic blackened death metal with folk influences, spewing chaos from Ontario, Canada.

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