Whitewurm / Unrest

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Whitewurm material recorded during the fall and winter months of 2015.

Cassette release available through Appalachian Noise Records

www.appalachiannoiserecords.com

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released January 7, 2016

M. Landrum - Shrieks, Howls, Unholy Riff Conjuring, War Battery.

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Track Name: Crimson Reward
Retching from light, I am one with the void.
Signed with my blood, your crimson reward.
Leaving behind this world full of shit.
Embracing the end, a welcome release.

The exit so exquisitely executed.
Flawlessly cut from the cord, life denied.
A never ending tragedy, drenched in negativity.
No apologies and no goodbyes.

I am not real, I am not here.
This is the end, swallowed by night.
Track Name: Swallowed by the Whole of Night
Hearing the one who beckons me. Sentenced to nihility.
Breathing the black dust that will cure us of all infidelity.
Choking on life's last reply.

Swallowed into the whole of night, bathing in flame and dancing light.
Shedding skin, nocturnal brethren welcoming the end of everything.
Separation, soul dissection, given to the wild.

I can feel it now! Pulsing through my veins, can you not feel?
Death's insurrection, the line drawn in the sand.
I can feel it now! Like lightening in my brain, can you not feel?
Our resurrection seems like an inverted reverie.

Starless, black infinity. I can hear you calling me.
Burning like fire in my veins.
Track Name: Cloven Hoof and Serpent's Tongue
Resting upon your mourning chair. Draped around your skin,
black silk, blacker misery.
Lying upon your breast, a locket clasped protectively.
Rusted shut by salted tears.

Here among the tombs of Rose Hill, speaking with the dead.
Begging for an answer from beyond.
Reaching towards the sky, receiving nothing in return.
Empty arms and no reply.

Rest now, worry not for the end soon will come, not unlike
the one your mourn.
Heathen song, cloven hoof and coiled serpent's tongue.
Singing among those dancing with the dead.

Soul departs, the innocence of fleeting life, decayed.
Rotting death, no compromise.
Mourning veil. Behind the eyes of cold, dead sedation.
Nothing left, nowhere to hide.

I remain, I am stained.
Flesh consumed, sacrificed.
Gateway to the beyond.
I feel it pulling me away.