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Lime 06:56
Plasma I store runs a panicked course ‘long my insides and now sheets. It’s spilled blood drained of water and turned wine and red and black. The ritual drink; the last drop of oil licked in the flames of sex ignited along the slick, washed in white like us ignited and burst from the plumb line of chest. So drenched in it all I calcify, smothered in bases and tonics, the medicines of our sacrament will discover our sores in secret pain and scarring bliss. Filled up with it. So blood is not blood when lit aflame. Milk’s brother and caustic sweat leak and expel in such clime of steam and slake, in sublime and dense breaths. Pure life and empty body demand buried spasm, salt, flesh and sorts, panting mattress, left over orts and mess. Melting in a swell like cubes of ice soaking crushed fruit and dry vermouth at the bottom of a glass.
Meat 05:09
Lived without jury or review til made present, the subject, a person, whose past makes future dread. Subsists against years’ attrition evolved from habit to sincere; customs of a certain gore line with poor currency accounts made in bed- in debt to all he’s paid and more. All’s speculated but his name. Seen as vile, not with fear, but feared all the same. Imagine! The impious twit: Gums licked clean of once fresh meat so bone’s yellow gleams a veneer of resign and defeat, masking talent in the same sheets of tobacco and acid upon his teeth. The old wretch, fleshened barstool and jacket - Never so inert a man, impotent in all but the fact, dare inspire, as a last virile act: to inspect the echo for sight of the misfortunate life before he got fat. Nothing now to give for love once deserved; Dreams made life by hope and ambition turned waste- of all beauty sucked in his lips only left exists an aftertaste like the stink on pavement of the finest spirits pissed on streets. Promise made meat spoiled; a chancre on the tongue. The lung of a pig ribbed in this man, whose cancer breathes for him; whose pores perspire of gin; who perhaps has scant years left but for all purpose is done.


released December 21, 2013

Engineered by Josh Korody at Candle Studios, Toronto.
Mixed by John Harry.
Mastered by James Plotkin.



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Hypaethral Records (hy·​pae·​thral)

Established in 2012, Hypaethral Records stands as one of the preeminent labels in the underbelly of extreme metal.

Our releases are focused on doom and blackened metal.
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