1. |
The Hatch
03:29
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Down the hatch and into the fire we go
Bombs away, godspeed to the souls below
They feed off the frenzy when the reptile takes control
If this is what they call hope, where're we gonna go?
I don't wanna know
Raze all the temples and trade the ash for gold
Burn all the orchards and salt the ground below
Peeling off the layers like the skin of a toy balloon
Courting our extinction, inviting our imminent doom
May it come soon
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2. |
Thorns II
05:24
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I lie to the world
of better things to come
I'm alive in the earth
as weeds give way to thorn
(as weeds give way to thorn)
All alone in this world
for nothing reins me in
My life void of form
All self-reflection gone
(just self-deception)
I lie to myself
and those I left behind
My sign is alive
where weeds give way to thorn
(where weeds give way to thorn)
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3. |
Miasmatic Blues
04:15
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I'd like to help you
but my skin is turning into scales
I know which way (the wind blows)
I'd go the distance
but I don't believe you have what it takes
I know your name
I'd love to save you
but my face is turning inside out
I know that stench
I light the candle
when your eyes they tell me nothing has changed
It's all the same
You drag the water for a last resort
to banish the fumes
It's all in vain
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4. |
Shores of Summer
03:54
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Hide in your mind as the emerald fades
(to auburn gold)
Longing to find your way to memories torn
(by creeping cold)
Fading in the breeze
Fading to red gold
Failing to find peace
Failing to find home
Waylaid by poison thoughts of winter's grasp
(and ashen frost)
Hope leaves your warmth behind another wall
(a different cost)
I'll leave the light on
I'll leave the light on
Failing to find peace
Failing to find home
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Husk and Rind Finland
Genre-confused pessimistic riffing from Helsinki, Finland. Derivative music made by real human beings.
Contact/bookings: huskandrind@protonmail.com
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