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What are you Whateley – if told would we believe?
So strange it seems you were conceived – a nightmare on May Eve
Explain the frenzied canine on the night that you were born
Heaven’s saints preserve us – could it be that we were warned
Up on the hill that night while winds howled and blew
While fires burned so bright – what did your mother do?
Young Master Whateley – growing up so fast
To see you it’s so hard to think just fifteen years have passed
The Wizard would be proud of you were he alive to see
Destiny fulfilled – you set your father free
On Candlemas when you were born and all was said and done
Can we be so sure you were the only one?
What is locked upstairs – as Dunwich sleeps so unaware
That you and Wizard tended for so long?
What if it breaks free – comes down for all to see
Is that what you wanted all along?
What did Wizard say just before he passed away?
Secrets of the nightmare be unfurled
You’re a special boy – what other son could know the joy
Of bringing father dear into the world?
Questions go unanswered – there are many more
The corpse of Wilbur Whateley – dissolving on the floor
I see now he is not of Earth – from where I do not know
The task at hand so full of dread – I turn to go
Face this nightmare that awaits – though I don’t know how
Who will open father’s door – it’s up to brother now
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Modern-Day Golden Calf
06:14
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Worship without question this modern-day golden calf
Kiss its hands while laughter mocks your pain
From down on your knees look into its bloodshot eyes
What pours down on you is not rain
Lick up its piss as it steps all over you
So thankful for the hoof prints you feel
Cry out its name as it fades into the distance
Compare your scars with the scars of all the cultists who kneel
Worship – don’t deny pariah messiah
No scars on its hands or its feet or its head do you see
Pledge it your life since it says just what you want to hear
Offer your children to satisfy all its needs
Clean up its blood and its bile as it screams for conformity
Rub on your forehead – anointing in hate
Cry out its name as the stench still hangs in the air
The voices of sheep join in and join you in your fate
Worship without question this modern-day golden calf
Forsake anyone – anything who dares to question that love
Damn them into the fire that waits at the end of days
Fires that rain from below, from beside, from above
Look at the desolation left by the chosen
And clap for the withered whore who clings to its side
Cry out its name as the crows pick at the bones
And cry for this modern-day world you’ve elected to die
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Out of My Head
04:36
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All the fire – internal desire – dark in the sun’s fading glow
The days and years of unyielding fears steal the success from ago
Mosquitoes crawl – the despair of it all – sweetness, light slips away
Pouring of sweat – a gut so upset as I crawl out of my head today
A pathway ahead – by the nose I’ll be led
Blinded by wrath as I’m dragged down this path
The quicksand surrounds – slowly pulling me down
Deafened by dread that is out of my head
Full disgrace with a sting like mace – plans best laid of men and mice
All askew – no idea what is true – begging, name spoken in thrice
A pathway behind – things to skin me alive
Muted belief through the gnashing of teeth
The gators and snakes – exploit the mistakes
Can’t find a word to expose the absurd
Blood in the sky – light the dance of the flies
With the loss of the sun – in seclusion as one
All the fire – internal desire – cold as the moon rises high
The night’s blight – what a sight as it smites – I’ve a soul if there’s interest to buy
The calling wild of a thing in exile vexes confines of my brain
Thoughts come in waves – stitch together – enslave raw meat held in place by the vein
Crawl through the mud so insane
Venomous bites inhumane
Appalled – cannot disobey
Crawl out of my head today
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Nothing
05:03
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Nothing is what it seems – nothing is too extreme
Nothing cannot blaspheme
Nothing hides in between – nothing inside your dreams
Nothing holds at the seams
Walking – the valley of the dark
Running – tearing you apart
Fleeing – escape the fear
Seeing the end that is so near
Nothing can save your soul – nothing can warm the cold
Nothing you can control
Nothing can fill the role – nothing is bought or sold
Nothing in this hell hole
Shrinking – hiding from the shame
Drinking – wash away the pain
Scratching – bloody up that itch
Patching the scar is such a bitch
Nothing that you can do can undo all the things that you have done
Alone in a blistered sun
Walking – the valley of the dark
Running – tearing you apart
Fleeing – escape the fear
Seeing the end that is so near
Shrinking – hiding from the shame
Drinking – wash away that pain
Scratching – bloody up the itch
Patching – such a bitch
That gives you nothing
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Your Enemy's Enemy
05:13
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Betrayal of flesh and blood and bone
Impaled – misguided sense of home
Returning to demons left behind
Not learning – price to be so blind
Implying – prize of being right
Dying inside if forced to fight
Walk softly in sin – walk softly
This bridge you cannot mend again
Walk softly in sin – so softly
Your enemy's enemy won't always be your friend
Betrayal of body, spirit, soul
Derailed onto a path so cold
Returning – barren, empty home
Now learning the cost to be alone
Insisting that it’s ok this way
Resisting the fact that you’re afraid
Be careful out here – so careful
There's so much in the dark to fear
Be careful out here – so careful
Your enemy's enemy won't shed a single tear
Turn you away – lead you astray
Lead in dismay then ask obey
Burn, murder, slay – bring doomsday
Lead in dismay then cast away
That river – you sailed down before
That river – alone forevermore
That sliver – respect gone from sight
That sliver knows I am right
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Walking Talking Dead Man
03:49
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It’s buried me alive—past the point to be revived
Reality that hides inside the lie
It finally found me – whipped, tortured, bound me – a walking dead man
The strain – beyond it what will remain – a talking dead man
It’s clawing at my door—the beast maims me some more
I’d give my soul away if it would swallow up my eyes
It finally found me – whipped, tortured, bound me – a walking dead man
The strain – beyond it what will remain – a talking dead man
A common intuition warned me of the grief
Rose-colored spectacles wash away my disbelief
Conversation past the fact – accuse, overreact
Epiphany that seizes truth out of abstract
Blind to that truth – I pull the glasses from my face
The hues are gone – I carry on in shades of gray
A common intuition screamed to run away
Rose-colored spectacles lost forever and a day
Conversation rambles on inside my head
Truth and fable blend together running red
Believe in superstition – can’t get out alive
I’ve seen the beast up close – I will not survive
A thing I want no part of but am forced to deal
Oh how does it feel?
It finally found me – whipped, tortured, bound me – a walking dead man
The strain – beyond it what will remain – a talking dead man
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Tanglefoot
05:28
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Out of luck – inebriated self-destruct
Desperate sight – from in a bottle up all night
Whatcha think – another drink to further sink
Wash it down – and count it down before you drown
Your story straight – but it’s too late – alienate
Drunken soul now in tailspin – swallowed whole
Tangled in self-pity and a fall to black
It will not be pretty when you pay it back
All too aware of the shape you’re in – now pay the piper his nickel due
The song was so sweet, but the aftertaste adding to your grief forevermore
Out of luck drunken bastard motherfuck
It’s nearly 6am now start again
Ice in a tumbler – now bottoms up
Kick-start the ways that you can be corrupt
Your story wrong and all the lies have lived too long
A black-toothed grin – another pint of bathtub gin
Tangled in self-pity and you’re all alone
Until the street becomes your home sweet home
Feet tangled up on the sticky floor—the maker coming to shake your hand
Adhesive that’s made from the things you’ve done keeps your feet frozen right where you stand
So many promises each night – vows to make it right
Can you tell me what I’d really like to know?
So many mirrors in the smoke – the true reflection always cloaked
Misdirection hides the nature of the game
Too many mirrors in the smoke – pledges made have been revoked
Misdirection hides what cannot be reclaimed
Walking circles in my brain – turning stones but can’t explain
Can you show me what I’d really like to see?
Painting colors in the sky – turn so bright – my eyes are blind
Mirrors in the smoke – throughout history
Out of time – a mountain that you cannot climb
It’s nearly midnight – swallow your last dime
Your story old and all the details are controlled
A black-toothed grin – a blackened life from blackened sin
Tangled in self-pity and you gasp for breath
Until the day you drink yourself to death
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Abgrund
08:14
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Smoke burns my eyes – rolling up from the pit in front of me
Lungs churning inside – inhaling the flames
Choked off from my pride – sins of the past are stalking
Down in this divide – beast in the dark
What does it see – has it found the crack in the armor?
What does it know – the ghost in the blackness above me?
What do you want from me?
Plays tricks on my mind – a tapestry woven of deceit
Constrict and confine what I can remember
So quick to remind that I am where I put myself
The voices malign – becoming familiar
What does it see? Has it found a way to bury me?
What will it show? The ghost in the black that’s waiting?
Into the ground it will come with me – laughing ‘til madness ensues
Into the flame – teeth biting down – never a chance for rescue
Horrors abound – it validates, reveals itself with glee
What I became – in this abyss
In this abyss – I’m the abyss – I’m what is staring at me
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Spiral Grave is the collaboration of the members of two legendary mid-Atlantic bands: Iron Man, who disbanded in early 2018 following the death of their guitarist and founder Al Morris III, and Lord.
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