Instability

track name: Instability
album and band name: from Old, Blackened Century by Flaming Tusk

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The use of physical totems or repositories of power has always been central to the ritual process; there is a two-way flow of potential between the actor and the object, whereby the object, which has a certain mystical, semantic, ritual, etc. significance, makes its inherent power available to the wielder (who is esoterically worthy of it, ie., has prepared his environment and himself through acts of purification, defilement, arrangement, etc., such that he is in a state of eligibility of the fetish object), and at the same time through incantation, gesture, and the performance of prescribed rites the actor imbues the object at the center of the rite _with_ significance and indeed legitimizes it as an element within the ontology of the belief system in question.

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lyrics: Sent to death, torn to shreds by the tempest
In the dark, something lurks beyond comprehension
Cold is the sea—find a bearing
Waters quake with the shape of a godless monster
Climb up upon the raft
Pray for deliverance
But soon, the day arrives
And with it, heat

At day it sits, silhouette massive beyond belief
The rippling blue promising release from agony
No escape, always moving, always circling
No way out, floating board our grave upon the sea

Surrounded, defenseless
Abandoned, godless

In the light, like the field is the ocean
All around us, the surface is flecked with bodies
Gone are the screams or the rescue
No escape, no way out, with the thing beneath us
It drags the bodies down
The seas turn crimson
It is the devil’s spawn
The sea is Hell

No escape from the Devil as it watches me
The other four with their eyes paint a conspiracy
Always there, always watching us, both day and night
Whispers heard, fight the creature, give it a sacrifice

Tossed by waves—God, where are you?
Haunted by the predator
The abyss, always watching
Taunting us with instability

Stench of human filth 
Sunlight’s glint rips through my tired eyes
Salt burns my skin
Shadow shape moves beneath us 
Moving, circling, set to strike
Tempers wear thin
In the night, the bony moonlight
On its ever-swirling form
Calling me in
No way out
No escape from heat or death alike
Tempers wear thin

The ocean is Hell

God, no!
No, God
Let go
credits: from Old, Blackened Century, released 19 January 2010
Music: Don Blood
Lyrics: Stolas Trephinator
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