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The Threads Of Life

from Of Red Barren Earth by Sonus Mortis

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Agnus dei, qui tolis peccata mundi.
Agnus dei, qui tolis peccata mundi.
Agnus dei, qui tolis peccata mundi.
Agnus dei, qui tolis peccata mundi.

The tragedy of society, tears a hole inside
and it burrows.
Ripping out the needles and
tugging at the threads of my life.

I spent many hours, passing through,
wandering passages of my mind.
I kept repeating them and I kept reliving them.
Forever doomed to see that I...

I could never seal them up.
I could never heal them.
No.

Vows in ashes, devoid of faith.
Pledged to no one, a selfish trait.
A smile disguised, an act on show.
A veil of secrecy, a new low.

Funds turned to ashes that will never be restored.
Couldn't even help myself.
Toils of labour that will never be replaced.
Couldn't even help myself.

Stitch me up. Sow me back together.
So I can stand once again.
Stitch me up. Put me back together.
So I can stand once again.

Society drowns in high rise carbon steel.
Society chokes in tightly wrapped coffin beds.

Power plays filtered through a false narrative.
Black, white corrosion leaked upon the world, mixed up in
Dried blood, dried blood memories etching on the past.
The past repeated; the future forgotten.

The threads of life, picked me apart.
The threads of life, ripped me apart.

Embers start to fade,
once red flowers blooming towards the Sun.
Nothing left to trade or grow, all our resources,
are dried up, rotten, depleted, gone.
We ripped apart this world.
We ripped ourselves apart.
How many times have I stopped to lament?
We ripped apart this world.
We ripped ourselves apart.
How many times have I stopped in despair?

Seek out that last gush of living air
for these are my final words,
the last pointless words of man.
Failed hollow words, hear them echo, throughout the lands.
The last pointless words of man
are consigned to the poisoned winds of history.

I am forever cursed to be; the last one to see.
I am finally free of Red Barren Earth.

A curse that used to be; open your eyes it is me.
We are finally free of Red Barren Earth.

I am forever cursed to be; the last one to see.
I am finally free of Red Barren Earth.

A curse that used to be; open your eyes it is me.
We are finally free of Red Barren Earth.

The threads of life, picked me apart.
The threads of life, ripped me apart.

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from Of Red Barren Earth, released October 25, 2023

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Sonus Mortis from Celbridge, Ireland is a mix of death-doom with some melodic/symphonic black metal.

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