Upon the Face of the Waters

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A dark globe perverts the outmost wastes
A gloom profound beckons to the deep
We shrink back and cower in fear
Murmur unheeded curses towards the skies
We crawl away from our first scattering
While the stars collapse and the planets fall like judgements

What revealed all? This ocean beyond light?
Who knows this secret? This creator of worlds?
Perhaps He knows; perhaps He knows not
Uncreated, this spark from the Earth

A dark globe distorts the inmost depths
Strangling back the will to destroy the gods
We make of ourselves a sacrifice
Kneeling, smash our skulls upon the stones
We claim dominion over infinitesemal
While the cosmos waits, infinite and indifferent

What concealed all? This pinhole burned sky?
Who knows this secret? This devourer of worlds?
Perhaps He knows; perhaps He knows not
Uncreated, this spark from the Earth

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from Erased, released August 7, 2015

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UFO Death Cult is a battery of microtonal instruments, analog machines, and digital devices developed and manipulated by Benjamin Strange.

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