Marble Orchard: Building Monuments to Misery

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Building Monuments to Misery 2023
Doom Metal (San Antonio, Texas)

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I. The Gathering Rites 00:00
II. We Who Were Born to Suffer 02:36
III. When All That Remains is Pain 07:07
IV. Liar's Tongue 13:17
V. A Brief Order of Confession 18:40 (instrumental)
VI. Desiderium 20:21
VII. Hollow Men 27:36
VIII. Oils & Incense 32:35
IX. Ite Missa Est 37:09 (the mass is ended)

WE WHO WERE BORN TO SUFFER

We who were dubbed an absconder
Await our fate reserved
We who were left behind to ponder
A penance deserved

We who weep at the feet of God
Pleading for favor
We who cannot escape the rod
Our pain to savour

WHEN ALL THAT REMAINS IS PAIN

Everyday it looms
And grief follows
Counting yesterday's
No tomorrow
Every year it seems
I lose someone
Singularity
I’m going numb

When all that remains is pain

Another passing
Another candle burning
I will remember
Another heartbreak
Another piece that's missing
I will remember

Only memories
Grave reminder
See you in my dreams
Going under
Prayers for the dead
Useless warning
'Til we meet again
I'll be mourning

When all that remains is pain

Another passing
Another candle burning
I will remember
Another heartbreak
Another piece that's missing
I will remember
Pain

LIAR'S TONGUE

There is a language
That men tell themselves
A deviant formed idiom
Words like poison tell
Hatred for ourselves
Never to see Elysium

Liar's tongue
Where truth is hung
Liar's seed
Where anguish bleeds
Liar's tongue
Where lies are sung
Liar's seed
Where false words lead

Feigning happiness
Mask become undone
Refrain away from everyone
Guilt weighs my heart down
Shame becomes a noose
Can't speak a word to anyone

Liar's tongue
Where truth is hung
Liar's seed
Where anguish bleeds
Liar's tongue
Where lies are sung
Liar's seed
Where false words lead

DESIDERIUM

We walk a razors edge
Unsure of every stride
And to whom is my guide
To which creed shall I pledge?

Towards immortality
The aim of life is death
In awe of total breadth
Succumb to entropy

HOLLOW MEN

Whispers from forlorn voices tell only lies
Lips spewing malcontent, honesty deprived
Who are we if not the sum of our kin
The miscreant product of these hollow men

And so love lies bleeding
When even hope can't mend
The god that it's feeding
Worshiped by hollow men

Looking for comfort in a tangle of snakes
Finding only miswant and lost in its wake
There is no respite within the wolf's den
Pleasure and pride, the vice of these hollow men

And so love lies bleeding
When even hope can't mend
The god that it's feeding
Worshiped by hollow men

OILS & INCENSE

The room is dimly lit
A hush falls over all
The scent of incense
Candles flicker on a pall
Whispers from beyond
Guiding hands that move
The seventh sacrament
Last rites to heal and soothe

Healing hands, anoint this pain
Oils and incense, to wash these stains
Rite and mystery, intertwined
The seventh seal, transit divine

The shadows lengthen
The hours drawing near
The strain of sickness
The burden of fear
But in this sacred space
Nothing can you keep
A chance to let go
Into eternal sleep

Healing hands, anoint this pain
Oils and incense, to wash these stains
Rite and mystery, intertwined
The seventh seal, transit divine

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