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Passage of Centuries

by Hand of The Wicked

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Part I He shall lay his hand upon them And cleanse thy face with blood Before the sun I kneel no more Within the sanctuary Of pestilence and death Banish the light which thy abhor When I shall send upon them The arrows of famine Bear witness to destruction Of iniquitous Why dost thou shew me In iniquity Cause me to behold grievance For spoiling and violence are before me Behold ye among the heathen And thy detestable things Thy fury rest upon thee O Lord, how long must I cry Until thou wilt hear me Art thou not everlasting O Lord, thou hast ordained them For judgment Woe to him that buildeth a town with blood And established a city by iniquity For the stone shall cry out of the wall And the beam out of the timber shall answer it Arise that shall vex thee I stand at the precipice of death He shall lay his hand upon them And cleanse thy face with blood Before the sun I kneel no more Within the sanctuary Of pestilence and death Banish the light which thy abhor
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Part II Let the earth keep silence before him As blood spills upon the floor The door that finally opens Eons of thought Ceaseless metamorphosis The curtain… to the netherworld Is thread bare He beheld and drove asunder The nations And the everlasting mountains Were scattered Eons of thought Ceaseless metamorphosis Woe unto him that saith to the wood Awake And to the tranquil stone Arise Woe to the bearer of this burden Desolation The wicked shall devour The man Let the earth keep silence before him As blood spills upon the floor The door that finally opens Blood shall be poured out as dust And the flesh as the dung Woe to thee that is filthy and polluted They vomit on themselves It shapes me As stone is shaped by the one who carves it After eons of thought I have reached the nadir of despair
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Part III He stood, and measured The earth The perpetual hills Did bow A life… appraised In nations conquered by the sword Behold the ein sof desolation Where only ash remains My lips quivered at the voice Rottenness enters my bones I trembled in myself That I may eternally rest The flock shall be cut off from the fold In time thou shall join me in the sun At the forefront of moral decay Ruination is inevitable When I shall hearken back With this knowledge that I’ve obtained Will it feel the same Will I feel the same Engulfed in thine sorrow and shame Time layeth waste to all… evermore
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Part IV I beseech you to return to me Where the oceans meet the air And withstand the passage of centuries Pour my woes onto thee I see suffering I stand within Within the tomb I rest my hand Upon the stone Do thou not the eyes to see Impudent one Raineth fire upon the earth And send his wrath unto my soul Everlasting As the prophecy was written From the ancient text shall I speak Behold the eternal one For he is the absence He is the solitude of man Consume thy immortal flesh And vomit upon thee I beseech you to return to me Where the oceans meet the air And withstand the passage of centuries Pour my woes onto thee In famine he shall Redeem thee from death And in war from the power of the sword Impudent one Raineth fire upon the earth And send his wrath unto thy soul
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Part V In pestilence and vanity A revelation of the unclean Oh, how thy flesh forgives Tainted fruit that innocence steal Anguish thou spilith from the cup The daggered tongue unsheathes Why shall thee Forsake me Is my flesh not worthy of the light Skin broken And loathsome My soul is given to the hand of the wicked Is decadence not what thou seek Turning the tide drowning the weak The end of flesh has come before me How long will thou not have mercy upon Light from the stars doth not shine upon me Lo, a prayer uttered in the dark Woe, in solitude I rest Weigh my grief and misery still The things my soul refuse to touch Are as the sorrowful meat Why shall thee Forsake me Is my flesh not worthy of thy light Skin broken And loathsome My soul is given to the hand of the wicked The fade becoming more defined Whilst the righteous fall upon quivering knees The end of flesh has come before me How long wilt thou not have mercy upon me Light from the stars doth not shine upon me Lo, a prayer uttered in the dark
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released January 6, 2023

Phillip Wood
Shawna Lea
Landon Brown
Alex Turpin
EG Smithson
Matías Quiroz

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Hand of The Wicked - a side project featuring members of Serpentine, Horde Casket and Ensepulchre

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