Far below the deepest delvings, expedience the world it gnaws. Deceivers deceive the deceiving. Anvil wrought. Barriers set, untold unseen. A weariness in the heart, begins forsaking. Where the will wants not a way opens. We must away ere break of day. To find what was long forgotten. Enforce the mundane. Birth the obscene, repeat the same. Words from forked tongues have no meaning Aiii!! BARUK KHAZAD, KHAZAD AIMENU. Many sorrows befall, returned beyond all hope. Which might be lies is what is sought. Covetous thoughts control our worth. Greed. Corruption lured aside. Designed with words to help you deny. Burdened with time by words that we've bought. Treacherously idle as good sense revolts. Muster, awaken to all that is known. Yet still we continue to bring our curses home.
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This is in my top 5 hardcore releases. I was lucky enough to see their last show at Goleta Fest in 1996.
I have the CD, and all their vinyl, and am happy to support it here! Thanks, Council, for putting your releases on bandcamp. RyanTG