the devil and his footmen

by beehoover

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    46 minutes
    Artwork by Tomiyuki Sakuta

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released September 27, 2013

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Track Name: monolith
a monstrous clump of pureness of clarity and truth of faith and hope of undoubtful logic and consequence flattening the undecided sophisticated it comes out of nowhere rolling smoothly unhurried and steady i am ready breaking the delicate and weak like me it is getting bigger there is deafening roar i don't need any more to be hear to see to think to be on myself take me monolith flattening my ego and yours
Track Name: egoknights & firearks
hey mr. lord father of unholy land bless the sword in my hand the unbelievers through my hand will fall to suffer and die to struggle in hell swell in hellfire ain't hot enough we need to inflame the sun wanna see the whole world burning for all you sinners the armor is shining in the light the armor is shining so bright the wind is feeding every sail and the wind is pushing forward knights in the fireark hellfire ain't hot enough it's a shame that it isn't hot enough here
Track Name: rooftop
i draw the curtains just a bit dirty sky is sitting on the rooftop reveals the crows' shabby being and with a traitor among them i shoot them all one by one i made sure no one ever comes keeping my small place safe but they found me so I get up and clench a fist the dust swirling a death dance as I blow it off the knobs and hinges give a final groan the hot air is sucking me out on my heavy metal rooftop and the birds are lining up with their burning beaks lowered truce the inflamed sun is melting the tinny ground sinking in buried up here an offering
Track Name: boy vs. tree
hey that young smart boy he just looks like me while he is clinching to climb up that tree was the greenest tallest greatest one around with his bleeding hands and his bleeding knees he climbs the branches and begins to laugh it is so high up here he said he became damn weak and fell off the tree like a heavy leaf diving in the wind he crashes to the ground there was a hum in his head he listened to and with his bloody hand he clenched a fist raised it up to the sky and then he said i'll spend my money on a root cutting shovel now this all should end right here to descent is just an angels' realm this should end with me
Track Name: ___
morning sun is peeking over the hills chimneys are like needles constantly sateless and remorseless hot and acidly broaching the pink sky
Track Name: morning sun
the sand beneath my naked feet is white and warm a glance over the sea dolphins jumping in the distance a whale's heart is forming shaped fountain i'm here to collect every grain down to the mud you built your dreams on filling up the great blue sea till it floods the beaches i'm gonna wake you up now i'm gonna make your fake world real purging wisdom histories episodes of forgone lives watching it all fade away longingly fragmented into elements innocent and pure an humble nothing morning sun is peeking over snowy hills chimneys are like needles so beautiful steaming hot and acidly innocent and pure an humble nothing
Track Name: dear mammoth
i did meet him in the parking lot whilst getting out of the way trunking the asphalt for sparsely withered greens mom and dad I bring a new friend this time it's for real his fluffy ears hang with dark sad eyes through which I could see myself guys I bring a new friend this time it's for real i scratch his favourite spot he knows where to carry me to make me happy to the rhyhthm of the cracking sounds beneath his stampers we hum a chant of devastation
Track Name: my mixtapes suck big time
the heart is a hidden place those lucky enough to find it had their tongues cut out and their minds confused mine is trapped between two arbors placed there carefully for you to become entwined tenderly by the quiet tones I endow you with ridiculing the unkemptness of words and the clumsiness of my speech i hoped for something special but you break my heart as you turn down the volume a machine driven confession a poem obeisant to your loveable character i am so fucking naïve
Track Name: honeyhole
alone you came alone you go to the place where I was before evidence is what I need even as a god as I am and cold shivers down my spine important is what's happening now and history is what all things made out of us an answer should not be turned the other way round because a word can act like a bomb or a knife too many things I wanted to know too many things I should not know too many things I hate to know too many things i don't understand that you did all these fucking things to me i am addicted to the power of evidence to the power of x i feel better with it and golden honey is flowing right into your mouth glueing all your lies together and all the things that do not matter i'd like to put an oily rag on your fucking mouth and fucking burn it