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Morbid Obsession

by Impaled Upon the Mountains

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1.
A horrifying genesis Drawn forth from the vile sands The spawn of a filthy deity Created by hateful hands Cursed be the sons of God Cursed be the sons of God Blood curse of Cain Slain is the brother Four people on Earth Already one murderer Cursed be the sons of God Cursed be the sons of God Adam the mightless seedling Eve the weakling virgin Both are doomed to evil As the race of man shall burgeon Cursed be the sons of God Cursed be the sons of God
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The light that burns for Heaven Is a pyre for the knowledge of man A symbol of following liars To the graveside where they stand Illuminating the blinders Leaving brainspace in the dark It is time to summon the water trail And reveal the truth to your heart Extinguish the burning bush Let the smoke fill your eyes Extinguish the burning bush It matters not if the Christians cry For you have the power to discover What is real about the world To remove the blinding flames And uncover the presence of pain Buried deep within your soul From the earliest memories of life But you can exercise them And live without God fearing strife
3.
Brandish the weapon Cold steel forged in the north Withdrawn from the stump of a tree To be wielded against thy foes Whetted with the blood of thy enemies Split skulls and ruptured breast Cleaving limbs from their bodies A field strewn in human ruin As the snow falls over this land The whiteness is turned to red A great slaughter of evil warriors Who took their fight to here But we do not settle for less We unsheathe all manner of blades And point them at oncoming hordes To slay with grim intensity Here in these primal woods Beneath boughs of evergreen trees The chopping of flesh never stops Until the last one is dead Barbarian battalions approach Still they do not let up the assault And so the axe continues to cut Through bone, metal and wood This tool was passed down to me From an age long past Given from father to son A present that was meant to last To be used to fell the fuel To keep us warm through winter But doubling as an implement That causes shields to splinter Enchanted is this object Imbrued with ice Causing frostbiting damage With every single slice Through temporal magicks It was made otherworldly and odd But I care only for its capacity To send my adversaries up to meet the gods A frost-tinged axe A frost-tinged axe [Guitar Solo: Ravengrave] A frost-tinged axe A frost-tinged axe

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released May 18, 2022

Forest Wanderer - Vocals, Keys, Lyrics, Production
Greg Ravengrave - Guitars, Bass, Drums, Lyrics, Production

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Impaled Upon the Mountains St. John'S, Newfoundland and Labrador

Impaled Upon the Mountains is a two piece black metal band from Carbonear and Glovertown, Newfoundland.

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