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Pilgrims of Morbidity

by FESSUS

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1.
Trapped in a well of cruelty, a cesspit of hate I stare into the ice, as blood congeals In this polar abyss For eons I dreamed in hibernation, of a soft lit void But those piss washed eyes were none receding Sustained by my misery His grip tightens on tetanus blades A fitting absolution Now promise me an end to the monotony of hope and cowards delusion With the torniquet I snuff the quietude we shared but the omen seeps through ´They´ll pine not for you, nor recall, your worth, or existence´ The cavity where I dwelled A tumour now excised An amoral entity For parasitic life Yet how could I leave? That web of indolence Acidic Secretion fed My compulsion for disease
2.
Mummified, skin girdle of leather Suffocated, festering remnants expelled Stupefied, in infinite suspension Your countenance pleads, but I cannot liberate Nyctinastic wreaths bloomed among the metamorphic stench As your brittle soul haemorrhaged into a saline drip In a final lucidity your apathy found host in me `How could you leave me here, when you believe him not divine?´ A black shroud embalms, stripping the enamel from peace That death mask you wore as we lowered you into the grave, Traverses my every dream, yet still I cry out your name Is this the one I waited for? Whom the years condemned to misery? From the spheres of immortals to the depths below, I will honour you here, among dysentery and mould Traversing still, this chasm as cold as night Sanguineous stars girt the psychrophilic sky Enshrined silence emaciated memory In your wake they saunter The Pilgrims of Morbidity
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Steeled forms manifest In the dreadful hours A malicious artifice Beckons its own The chants echo in the subconscious moor of dreams, but it’s senseless, a mimic without space, and time In summers rain with his back turned, he claws the earth In him you found, your muted god, divulge and summit A remedy to the fever of a life denied Yet still it burns, that prophesy, of my shameful demise I must claim this end as my own, stone by stone The tomb opens, heaven beckons, I am immured Within limestone jaws, condemned forever to writhe Among soot of bones, amidst derelict antiquity Old chills boil maiming will, delivering me to a necrotic bliss His dead eyed ignorance sculptured marrow, to mirror his deformity.

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´Pilgrims of Morbidity` EP was recorded in the Summer of 2023 by Moritz Morast in Favoriten Vienna and mastered by Dan Lowndes of Resonance Sound Studios.
All songs written and performed by FESSUS.

Tapes, CDs and Merch available through Darkness Shall Rise Productions

The fermenting corpses of FESSUS are:

Brenton: Guitars, Vocals
Gumpf: Guitars
Jana: Bass
Thomas: Drums

Contact FESSUS at: fessusofdeath@hotmail.com

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released September 10, 2023

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