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Brimstone

by Ichabod Crane

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1.
A heavy sky portends our dark mechanisms Birds mill above, spouting admonitions Once businessmen, now disciples of a new god Huddled around old books to bring the great beyond The storm comes faster now as the rains cleanse the ground Soaking, drowning the faithless as we raise his frigid crown Our weak forms cannot contain the mutations bestowed Tentacle and maw burst forth as we’re remade to serve our lord Our sacrifice, squirming in neglected flesh Our revelry shall last for centuries We’re pitiless in the gleam of pale blue orbs Our revelry shall last for centuries
2.
Dajjal 03:15
Alone and enchained, swathed in internment rags, The flesh melting from my frame Sentenced by great Artaxerxes to wither forgotten here With only ire to sustain me To death acquiesced, watching greedy flies swarm An oily voice told me I’d been blessed Given a sacred task, to preach his arcane word To bring his song to the lips of the masses Exalt me once you’re freed My brethren will be enraptured I walked the darkened, sandy streets again Undeterred by hunger or fear While guards and nobles slept, I knocked on every door With tidings of my savior, their hungers grew ever more Each psalm carved furrows in their sallow, sunken cheeks Wine dribbled down my chin to their intoxicated shrieks Your decrees razed entire kingdoms, watch yours crumble Undone by a leering envoy of famine Allow the armies of Macedon to rise Arrogance was your greatest sin My lord then spoke, laughing for his treachery How does it feel servant, forfeit soul, hands blood-soaked A smile creased my horrid face I longed for destruction before I felt your cold embrace
3.
Trust You 01:43
Sweat slicks my skin, the complex hymn repeats The air we breathe is pulsing thick with ancient heartbeats Forms unseen for aeons twist in the black I covet the mysteries clenched tightly in their grasp The last words ringing out, my followers wordless with fear Not even I can comprehend our god, but feel its presence drawing near A thousand eyes open above, to peer into my mind Slit throats gurgling obscenities, corrupt desires of the divine Do these offerings entice you, quivering flesh for you to rend? Blindly, they trusted you, single file to their end Tendrils spring up from the earth to grip us firm Crushing my chest, our Lord’s intent I now discern I was not loved, I was but used to bring it forth Tricked just like the rest to molder under the earth Did these offerings entice you, quivering flesh for you to rend? Blindly, I trusted you, single file to my end
4.
Showboats 03:12
My eyes have seen beyond the veil of this world Into the abyss, the realm of torture for the damned I’ve seen the faithful seduced by the godless and wept Casualties of a war for souls waged by the great I Am To be the arrow in the heel of this sinner’s world God’s children will witness Revelation unfurled Michael I am your flaming sword, I am the breath of Jehovah The grass withers, the flower fades in my wake as I bear the word of God You showed me the truth of this world, I could not look away Our fate painted forever in blood Nauseating, the flag raised by impious men What is God to you when wealth is all you seek? Showboats, resplendent as you slowly sink Sentried by demons to the dim and bitter deep False prophet of the screen, on the ground you heave and writhe Receive absolution at the tip of my scythe Can I get a witness? GOD DAMN Michael I am your flaming sword, I am the breath of Jehovah The grass withers, the flower fades in my wake as I bear the word of God You showed me the truth of this world, I could not look away Our fate painted forever in blood I am not your captor but the one who’ll set you free Renounce your worldly power and your ill-gained rank You will be saved, by duress if not by choice Sent to your rest, our Merciful Father to thank My eyes have seen beyond the veil of this world Into the abyss, the realm of torture for the damned Their candles lit by tallow rendered from the wicked dead Pale and shivering, lost to the light of the Lamb
5.
Slavemaker 02:19
You store within yourselves the seeds of transformation Your brothers will once again wash o’er the land Each violent birth harkens an age of light One in which our kind’s dominion shall expand Once they’ve torn themselves out past the ribs and skin The sun will heat their blood Serpent eyes reflect the endless void The centuries they’ve withstood Seek out the hosts, regurgitate The eggs, embed them It is a gift to incubate The sanctified The coming ones shall free you From the chains of your old gods Man has built an army of counterfeit masters Soon our kind will flourish Toppling the lies we abhor On the day you forever slough off old beliefs To be wrapped in our embrace Feel the glory of ascension engulf your heart As your saviors are replaced Seek out the hosts, regurgitate The eggs, embed them It is a gift to incubate The sanctified The coming ones shall free you From the chains of your old gods Man has built an army of counterfeit masters Soon our kind will flourish Toppling the lies we abhor
6.
Druidic Whim 04:52
Young oracles shake, their blood streams down the ropes It foretells the hoof-beats of Roman cavalry Our sacred rites crushed, our gods will be perverted Turned to demons and saints to serve the Trinity The elders scoff, hunched on their thrones Insisting our ranks can withstand legions We stand unmoved in druidic garb Without bureaucracy we’ll achieve our ends The gods of old are fleeing on the twilight wind Wooded boughs bend low as we grieve their passing We’ve watched these wars for a thousand lives Pointless struggles everlasting No Gaulish backs will break for the Caesar’s crown We’d rather burn than kneel to Christ The Morrigan’s ravens shall pick the meat from charred bones We’d rather burn than kneel to Christ Your salvation does not entice us We’d rather burn than kneel to Christ Your salvation does not entice Our trusting flock follows us to the pyre A forest grove to burn them all alive Stand as heroes, proud to die for your beliefs Radiant now, your souls shall survive Why do you scream, young ones? Once you have died, you’ll see who you have been You shall return, free of your shackles to serve us again
7.
Panacea 05:39
8.
Sunburst 04:01
Melting glaciers, too late to save this world we razed Great structures will erode We’ve spent too long thoughtless beneath its gaze For now the sun will claim its credit due The end beckons so drain the earth of fuel Desiccated is the soil on which we dance All becomes ash as stars explode Go about your lives heedless of God’s commands We’ve consumed all resources we could find Locusts upon two legs We are the plague sent down of God’s design This place our charred tribute The end beckons, so drain the earth of fuel Desiccated is the soil upon which we dance All becomes ash as stars explode Go about your lives heedless of God’s commands We’ve made this bed to lie in We’ve made this bed to lie in We’ve consumed all we could find We are the plague sent down of God’s design We’ve spent too long thoughtless beneath its gaze For now the sun will claim its credit due
9.
Brimstone 03:54
With water they christened me, it seemed appropriate As those who deem all else dirty are such an unclean lot All are sinful, soiled things, unfit to share eternity In life some are but poor; in death, nobility I clench my teeth, I bite my tongue Such pious souls decay, exhaling vitriol Wasted creatures, hoarding their spells Chapped skin flakes into dust as their book spines unravel Wraiths scrabbling to serve a god of cruelty Sadistic faith handed down as history Brimstone on their sick breath, condemning dissenters Their heaven must be such a lonely place It seems that none they spy may well enter Besieged by righteousness, I played along Drank the wine they offered, showed them I belong Soon my plans will execute, they’ll be judged And the flames they warned of will be all they can clutch Wraiths scrabbling to serve a god of cruelty Sadistic faith handed down as history Brimstone on their sick breath, condemning dissenters Their heaven must be such a lonely place Tasting now their bitter fruit, the spoils of lives spent in darkness Wool robes graft to pale skin, as they burn they all confess Tales of rape and genocide in the name of man, not God To each I whisper earnestly, “The murk of death’s your sole reward” Wraiths scrabbling to serve a god of cruelty Sadistic faith handed down as history Brimstone on their sick breath, condemning dissenters Their heaven must be such a lonely place
10.
Harlequin 03:54
Waves of pain crash again the walls of her womb, its maligned cargo desperate to breathe Clutching her gut, she fled the hearth into freezing rain, thick enough she could not see Through the long months cultivating the illicit child Terrified of what dwelled within, its adult’rous source reviled Wet ground beneath, soaking her dress, legs to the sky Shamed by the moon shining through the frosting autumn night Her throat torn by her cries, joined by curious beasts Seeking the source of malevolence released The deed was done, she held up her son His form now known, she screamed A child of the depths, born of the Devil’s own stock To disgrace the world, to blaspheme No human hands to clutch her heaving breast Seeping scales covered his wilted frame No lids to shield his rolling eyes, his mouth agape Awed by a world he could not claim Cruel propositions engulfed her mind, a path to absolution A murky cave befitting a macabre demise With a half-choked sob, she renounced the cursed child To the jaws of wolves with gleaming eyes Fleeing the feast, choking down bile and relief Comforted by patriarchal belief Fumbling back to the light and heat of home To forget the maternal horror she’d known Off in dreams of dimpled cheeks, choirs of babbling cherubim Oblivious, the door swung wide by crimson snouts, eager to be let in Following the meat-scent’s trail, she lay now compromised As was her misdeed devoured, she too shall be excised
11.
Cloister 03:22
Rain-soaked man, scratching at our doorstep Without coin or charm, our kindness you’ll accept A humble cloister, our consecrated quarters The ills of the world can’t penetrate its mortar We’ve tended those like you before Brought clean water and a calming word But of you the Magdalene has warned And for this night our charity deferred Granted visions, we felt your loveless hand Their weeping faces, shaking limbs yours to command A brutal climax, your victims left to moan Female debasement an entire culture condones Tonight the ghost of forgiveness Is given over to the rope and blade Before the eyes of God, damages And angels weep at what their hands have made Strapped down, made to confess The poison in your veins released Painting marble floors Delight in the howls of the Beast Don’t beg, accept your fate Monsters like you deserve no pity Fingers inside your chest To us you cannot prove integrity Dismembered, never be whole in death Interred beneath the soil, your flesh feeding gardens Each flower’s bloom sweetened by your shell As we consume the fruits you may finally be pardoned Tonight the ghost of forgiveness Is given over to the rope and blade Before the eyes of God, damages And angels weep at what their hands have made And angels weep at what their hands have made
12.
Hail! 04:39
Here I stand, before the smoking, glowing vents The sacred ground where our lord unholy lies in wait I bring you gifts, laid upon the dirt A skull, warm blood and arcane spells to crack the holy gate Black candles scorch the night, watchful angels I must repel Left to fiendish device in this abandoned tunnel The walls groan, do you heave against your cold confines? Be patient master, the chaotic puzzle now aligns Do I hear your voice, do you speak to me? Do you call up from the depths to urge me on? I feel demonic glee at the thought of Hell on earth The ageless war now ends, arise and dethrone the Son Black candles scorch the night, watchful angels I must repel Left to fiendish device in this abandoned tunnel The walls groan, do you heave against your cold confines? Be patient master, the chaotic puzzle now aligns Around the world, your minions join in song Oh Great Horned One, angel forsaken for so long Conquer the holy light, these endless years we’ve waited Once silent, now proclaim - Hail Satan! I feel demonic glee at the thought of Hell on earth The ageless war now ends, arise and dethrone the Son Around the world, your minions join in song Oh Great Horned One, angel forsaken for so long Conquer the holy light, these endless years we’ve waited Once silent, now proclaim - Hail Satan!

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We are a 4-piece modern thrash band from Akron OH. "Brimstone" is our second self-released album, we hope you enjoy it!
If you would like a physical copy of the album as well, send us a message here or straight to ichabodcranemetal@gmail.com and we will mail you a CD to go with your digital download. Thanks for listening!

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released April 23, 2011

All songs by Ichabod Crane.
All lyrics by Scott Roger.
Watercolors by Wednesday Wolf, www.wednesdaywolf.com

Scott Roger - vocals/guitar
Mike Oiler - guitar/vocals
Matt Spaeth - bass/vocals
Brandon Siegenthaler - drums

Recorded by Robert Reinard at Byahh! Studios, Kent OH
Mastered by Bill Korecky at Mars Studio, Mantua OH
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