Artist: The Breathing Process
Track: Atlas
Album: Labyrinthian
Year: October 8th 2021
Label: Unique Leader Records
Genre: Blackened Death Metal
Atlas
Doubt’s crushing slate,
trusts heavy ore, it’s getting harder to hold their weight.
Splintering, I can’t hold much longer.
A worn, edging will, the death of this body.
Hear the words I cannot speak, within my pledge hides treachery.
Grasp slipping hope,
while, breathing smoke.
Left behind in the ash I’ve primed is the sleeping fiend that won’t die.
I turn in this pit of mine I shed away my decaying hide.
In my blood I swore it, how I forgot to be.
In spite of my glory, there’s no good left in me.
A last stand’s redemption is only for the saints.
I will burn this body to find my inner peace.
Below,
doubt’s crushing slate.
A worn, edging will, the death of this body.
Hear the words I cannot speak, within my pledge hides treachery.
We’re stranded at the isle of mind there is no rescue coming in time.
Bid farewell to a life contrived as we fade into the tide.
In my blood I swore it, how I forgot to be.
In spite of my glory, there’s no good left in me.
A last stand’s redemption is only for the saints.
I will burn this body to find my inner peace.
Open the door, where you will burn forever.
I will burn this body there is no inner peace.
I will burn this body there is no inner peace.