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Who Knows If You'll Survive

by Theatre of a Broken Mind

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Infernal, immortal, lords of eternal night rise again from worm clad earth at the setting of the sun oh how can we stand against such timeless horrors ancient predators who have slain thousands in their time we are as cattle to them, no more than meat to be harvested what hope do we have to survive this night (chorus) shaped like men but act as beasts you'll shake to see the hate in their hungering eyes for when you see the truth its already to late like white masked devils they walk among our streets the most violent murderer in the clothing of a sheep you'll be taken in by their charming masquerade but that visage is soon replaced to reveal the beast within no greater predator has ever walked this earth their strength was in telling us that they do not exist at all hunting from the shadows of a nightmarish darkened world attempting to slake their thirst or mans most precious blood
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what was spawned in the depth below in the ink black dark where your nightmares dwell a starborn fiend of twisted design towering, malevolent, ungodly monstrosity with perverted anatomy like a squid given human form we heeded not moonspun ramblings that foretold of what was to come with the rise of the old ones what hope can we have to preserve our way of life terrifying vistas of reality, conjured up in our fevered dreams revealing the entrance to the risen city that would seal our doom we are a mere transient in the eons of their lives the psychotic call from below held a message for us all: hail, the ending of the world we heeded not moon-spun ramblings that foretold of what was to come with the rise of the old ones what hope can we have to preserve our way of life the cyclopian city shook beneath its steps as it walked out into the light a hideous monster birthed beyond the stars come to bare our doom to us all we live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black infinity and we should not voyage far
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what has become of this world we knew where towers once stood only ruins now prevail every triumph erected torn down by time dilapidation runs rife throughout this town left to degenerate painted glass paves the way up the avenues and streets the bones of our buildings like ribs point to the sky the blind eyes of broken windows stare from all around Irreversible progression around the wheel of time a bloodshot sky filled with a bloodied sun casting its putrid ancient gaze upon the broken stones where men once walked only wind now blows the dust of ancient crumbling bones left to degenerate painted glass paves the way up the avenues and streets Irreversible progression around the wheel of time painted glass paves the way up the avenues and streets the broken bones of our buildings now lie at our feet disorder now holds sway where people once lived all traces now decayed remains now born to dust time has no sympathy cannot be bargained with what we have built will now decay and fall to ground as dust all triumphs come to naught all memories eventually fade what we have built will now decay and fall to ground as dust time has no sympathy cannot be bargained with what we have built will now decay and fall to ground as dust left to degenerate the bones of our buildings like ribs point to the sky
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Ravenous beyond imagining desperate times call for desperate measures thoughts turn to kith and kin to satisfy the hunger within now gobble their flesh feast on your neighbour embrace the beast shrug off the guilt of man over time the man fades away replaced with a grey necrotic fiend undying and unsated a deathly spectre of hunger and hate a beast of spirits birthed in the winter cold no longer human skeletal and old (break) a beast of spirits birthed in the winter cold no longer human skeletal and old
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once more they rise earth sprouting like worms from a wound necrotic limbs reach to the sky an aberation of all things natural the one utter certainty now reversed and so the dead, walk this earth once more milk white eyes straining to the fore no sound, do they utter no breath escapes their lips but with tooth and nail they'll claw at your flesh till it tears and rips such damned and fetid things should never see the light summoned back from beyond the grave to infest this night encarcerated within their rotting skin mindless hunger drives them on to descend upon this world a necrotic tide scours the earth heralding the ending of days surrounded by flies hear them in your ears feel your nose filled with decay called back unwillingly from the spirit world returned to mouldering bodies deep within the earth no thought for themselves as their ranks continue to swell unthinking unknowing bent to their masters will as the dead rise hail the ending of your world no hope can survive this night run for your life there's no where to hide who know's if you'll survive

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released December 21, 2012

Music by Rob Melville and Ben Crutchfield
Drums by Simon Longe
Lyrics by Rob Melville

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