Year of the Cicada (EP)

by Skandal

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released July 16, 2016

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Track Name: Year of the Cicada
Exposed and paralysed,
dazed by the staring of the swarm.
Watching them cowering under the veil of the Archdrone.

Forged in desire,
to please the father of them all.
They scrap their limbs to build a monument to their disease.

Late is the hour.
The Year of the Cicada is upon us again.
A season’s change won’t prevent another obscuring descent.
It’s just a winter of delay.

Dethrone his reign at last,
for another cycle to complete.
To spread their wings requires shedding of old skin.

Forsaken tomorrow,
committed to a mocking song.
The Lords of Summer fade under the absence of a sun.

Even at the very end,
they’ll sing along.

Late is the hour.
The Year of the Cicada is upon us again.
A season’s change won’t prevent another obscuring descent.
It’s just a winter of delay.
Track Name: Motordeath
Screams and apologies amount to nothing.
Benighted sub-entity, lack of empathy.
Confidence over experience, half a mile for every laboured breath.
Slave to the influence, slave to motordeath.

Shift up gear and take a number,
to ride the iron horse to hell.

Wielding the scythe, judge and jury by right.
The reaper’s grip is loose tonight.
Dwell in contempt and get more than you bargained for.
Tease the motordeath.

Shift up gear and take a number,
to ride the iron horse to hell.
Herald of blood roaming intact, a killer on the road,
filled with gasoline, a mechanical carnivore.

Get off before it's too late.
Track Name: Stillwater Servant
Child of Night and Erevos,
the ferryman of the underworld.
Chthonic Stillwater Servant,
His only destination, the coast across.

Board on His boat to salvation,
or wander forever undead.
Bound to his oar forevermore,
will carry your soul for some gold, under the tongue.

Eternal life, a fault of the mind.
Time to accept your fate.
The water of Lethe awaits, benign.
Drink and forget your name.