Fog Cult : The Dying Sun

Stoner Doom / Etats-Unis
(2015 - Auto-Production)
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1. THE WANTING SEED

Limitless wandering
Blood filling up your eyes
Starting to slowly fall
Footsteps come rushing in
But nothing there arrives
Black hole becomes a wall

The wanting seed
Trying to breed
The wanting seed

Feeding the earth with flesh
Nothing but parasites
Soulless carrion call
The master's plan rejects
Selection of a life
One day we all shall fall

The wanting seed
Trying to breed
The wanting seed


2. BLOOD IN THE SOIL

Dust falls slowly from the wooden beam
Coating the hair of the sacrifice
Life is a waste it may seem
But nothing really matters
We all die

Sight
Waiting blind
See through me
Earth will bleed

Starving barren fields and broken dreams
Requesting the blood of an innocent life
Worth can be measured so it seems
There's just one crying at the end of my knife

Sight
Waiting blind
See through me
Earth will bleed


3. BLACK LEAF, WEED BEAST

Black Leaf
Weed Beast
So High
Creeping
Mind freeze
You're mine


4. CULT OF GHOULS

Eyes are blackened from inside
Drink the potion
Freeze the mind
Rise
The comet's waiting
Pay the toll
Interplanetary light

Evacuation to survive
Shed the body
Just in time
Rise
The gate's away team
Will ascend
Leaving others lost behind

Cult of Ghouls
Filling up the sky
Reaching for an eternal high
Cult of Ghouls
Filling up the sky

A square of silk covers your eyes
Breathing softens
Fuck your mind
Rise
The comet's waiting
Pay the toll
Interplanetary light


5. ALTARS OF NIGHT

Through dim light we find
Cracked and beaten
Mind's clouding behind
What's sacred ?
We're blind lost and seeking
Lying still in time

The veil hides hands tied
Savior fleeting
Eyes torn out get in line
Drink the blood false christ
Remain sleeping
No fear endless night

You're dragging dead bodies down
With false hope inside
Your blood will be spilt on altars of night
Your earthly powers fade
Son will never rise
Altars of night


6. OLD GROWTH

Mirrors filled with darkness
Smoke surrounds the walls
Time slipping by
Blistered finger stinging
Her face is all I see
Rise in the fire
Taste of dead flesh lingers
Drive it from my mind
Eyes open wide
The dirt begins to soften
Moss is growing high
Awake a frozen life

Explosions in the distance
A blessed undergrowth filling up my palm
A world exposes failure
Reveals a boundless scope
End of the calm
Old ones rise to teaching
We'll be listening
Eyes open wide
The dirt begins to soften
The moss is growing high
Awake a frozen life


7. THE DYING SUN

Standing below the lunar phase
The alchemist toils the end of days
The doctor is sick he's lost his mind
Can't find his speech he's searching blind

We'll soon see the end, the dying sun
The atmosphere weakened the earth has won
No time for regrets, decisions were made
Lying and bleeding the astral blade

We bow to you Saturn !
Mixing these herbs we burn
Give me sight
Make me live forever
We're weak servants
Give me sight
Make me live forever

Swirling lost we are nothing but stardust
Self important pestilence on a path of destruction
But we are weak and our ignorance shall be our downfall
The dying sun can not be saved
The dying sun we are its slave
The dying sun
The dying sun

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