Physical copy of part one of the remastered re-release of Sorrowseed's debut double album, "The Extinction Prophecies". Comes in a digipak.
Includes unlimited streaming of The Extinction Prophecies I: Dread Sylvan Summonings
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0:00 - Part I: Violent Fecundity
3:17 - Part II: Glamour (The Others)
5:00 - Part III: Silent Slaughter
6:30 - Part IV: Heralds Of Ash
8:18 - Part V: Respite
lyrics
(Part I: Violent Fecundity)
A gift for humanity
My violent fecundity
The harvest time has come to be; I lay the world to rest
Mortals pleading for release; it's all for the best
Castigate the foul flesh of a despotic race
War; feel the blade's embrace
There is no love that remains
For this unworthy disgrace
No, there is no future anymore
You are but husks of what you were before
In my shadow a procession falls
To nevermore
Grown is the sorrow seed; requiem resounding as they bleed
Mortals pleading for release; the reaping must proceed
Suffer for the transgressions and neglect
A pestilence of voracious insects
The salt in the earth objects
You shall never resurrect
Failures in the eyes of all creation
Cenobites of a profane invasion
There is no salvation
Humanity has chosen extermination
(Part II: Glamour (The Others))
Illusions once pacified men into reverence
When the gentry protected the forests; how I miss the voices of the others
The victims of spiritual severence; banality, now doomed to rest
Once upon a forgotten time
Men feared to tread in the dark
Their laws meant nothing to the others
Now reason is their crime
And they have left their mark
The glamour is shed to reveal the world's ugliness to be all that is real
I call upon the thorns of the hedge to join me in mourning and slaughter
By the grace of the willow's edge
(Part III: Silent Slaughter - Instrumental)
(Part IV: Heralds Of Ash)
So, her blades will till the wasteland; hatred tends the flames
New life is nourished by the blood, burgeoning from the slain
We are the Heralds of Ash; into blackness let this world be cast
Annihilation of the weak to grant them the solace they seek
The sands of time have fallen and the chaos is crawling
This is all that remains; fettered roots as my veins, the world is mine to reign
We are the Heralds of Ash; into blackness let this world be cast
Annihilation of the weak to grant them the solace they seek
(Part V: Respite)
And so, as the cradle comforts the bones, I stand alone
This guardian can finally fade away
Know that even as my colors fade to gray
I am filled with respite to share this wedding grave
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