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The Relics of Axiom

by As Oceans

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Anima Mundi 04:26
Worthy souls deserve to be called so because they are not carried away by the eight winds: prosperity,decline,disgrace,honor,praise,censure,suffering, and pleasure.They are neither elated by prosperity nor grieved by decline. The heavenly gods will surely protect one who is unbending before the eight winds." Between the cracks in the sky Where light has not yet reached The door way between here and beyond. A search that has left me lost, found, and eventually lost once more. Realizing it’s suffering that I’ve been seeking all along Recreate and unpetrify these wings Only arriving at the beginning of remembrance Red bleeds through my irises These eyes that have already seen The consequences of the age of man Submerged in a sea of forgotten souls Blood curdling voices rise with its tides Hands clasped to a dagger with only skin and bone Between a rusted heart I never wanted as my own. I have been deceived into Believing that these dark corners Hold any place for solace For what is seen before me is no place for cowardly acceptance This transcendence causes memories To fleet into the abyss.
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Overcome by a feeling Making passive living Not an option. Approaching a well that cannot be poisoned By filth strung out by wicked chance dishonor the passed by letting these surface wounds Solidify defeat. Revealing the skin beneath the cracks Exposed, decrepit But never broken. Grievances have given birth To this vendetta In this moment I cast away doubtful disposition that is waiting for this to suffocate Neck deep in deficiency But circumstances will not weaver the determined Cages of abiding sorrow Thoughts of mislead avidity With deep remaining scars My head is bloody - but unbowed For I know beyond this place of wrath and tears Lies the scythe of no remorse And yet the menace of the years Finds me - it Finds me unafraid Unafraid, Unbound, I am unleashed Unafraid, Unbound, A wrath immortal.
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Temples 05:34
The abandoned mother cries I feel her tears burn down my face And before me lies a sanctuary fading Caused by a gathering of the soulless Looking for answers in a crypt. Defending against unseen faces in the current. Behind a bridge that should have burned long ago Hoping to fill a void once full of Imagination Now only left with moths and dust Injections of hope only to dull the pain From the blisters calloused in shame. Conceived to keep the perverted chaos in check A balancing act of life and death Tainting innocence, encouraged animosity and Profits from senseless battles waged, Dividing the modern day serfs and kings So many convinced the meaning of hell is not complacency with Shallow achievement. How fast did a halo become a noose Close minded existence - disintegrating truth Narratives of the wise mistranslated Filtered through an agenda invented to contain a bipedal flock of cattle Waves that strike the ground Will Wash away our foot prints but never the sand. Reshaping - but always giving life At times it seems the damage was done at first light For we were only born to take. Never take for granted The temples placed in front of us all Landscapes whisper the answers These days bring forth a savage scene Stepping to the beat of the atmospheres war drum Marching towards extinction Blind of purpose and guilty of murder Rotting while waiting to be absolved _____________________________________
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Visions of riding a pale horse Colliding with waves of crystallized rain drops Bringing a great pain and a resolute knowledge that Instinct is survival. Pawns swaying back and forth on a pendulum Pondering a unchangeable point. Developed distractions to keep quarantined A mechanic pulse is the desired effect Collective thoughts of malice Manifest to stone Side tracking progression breaking the back of atlas. Letting our world fall into a grave of novas. Accepting the hold on sanity is slipping The damned find solace In paper wings that fall apart in the wind - A Synthetic backbone - That grinds away the skin Of interconnection Know what is simple Can be the only truth Let go of the sinking ship Your belonging is where you choose to stand. In every breath another chance.
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Solemn Take 04:10
Weaving a dream worthy of a new plane inspired by the edges of oblivion bred to believe in an oncoming calamity that keeps the begging baptized by water so dirty it separated a world conflicted with the same scars All must be lost to have reason to be found holding the mirror the burden of those who wander. vows of silence broken Hope in a voice to break the sky. realize salvation lays dormant in the hands of those misplaced in the portriat of shifting grays and blues the anathemas disgused in devastation All must be lost to have reason to be found holding the mirror the burden of those who wander resurface rebuild from the filth we've sown the frame work must crumble to nothing find beauty in places most see no hope The awakened ones will survive We will survive All must be lost to have reason to be fond holding the mirror the burden of those who wander without fear Bleed dry To find redemption Hunt the head of an empty solution bleed me dry, bleed me dry. ____________________________
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Unrequited 03:45
Here are the secrets I've kept from myself each time the wind has been taken from me reflections make it clear the harder I push The further away I'll be Am I protecting A worthless cause standing in limbo only to dissolve If I bury these wraiths Can I walk away unscathed before it kills me? Is there any reason or are we just looking down a dark hall The ends with out retribution stones never to be turned revealing script of purpose and closure? I have not had enough of these creations of pure liberation For they shall shake the pillars And the untouchable will rise but will I ever be free? From this love that has bastardized me. Will genuine truth ever return or was that part of the illusion too? but will I ever be free? From this love that has bastardized me. No; I'll never be free This prison is my tomb.
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A Time to bury the hatchet in the back of sorrow Leaving behind a carcass of past transgressions. Yet to find the eye Demoralization - an old familer friend. Takes hand while slipping under deaths pale hold. Saluted at dawn and brought to the gallows with the coming dusk But as long as in between the acknowledgement of the bells tolled can be sung in uprising voices. Pressed against glass Patiently waiting for the pressure to give way Exposing my veins Revelations conclude it's all the same. But until that hour comes Construct staircases to ascend them Shatter foes who suppress A vision worthy of a thousand lacerations (a thousand lacerations) Although Spent Never backing down Created as a thorn In the design Pathways come to end. on top of a mountain built by hand. Erosion of bone Comes from clawing at the clay. Days become decades of stacking the odds But at what cost are these means? No more worry intersecting the moment achieved.
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With the demeanor of the disappearing moon Ebbing the tides and perceiving the vacant shore Written word biding farewell to the corruption - left behind obtaining the conviction to never turn back Living by strength alone Uninhibited by emotion That requires a glass jaw Reshaping these relics of axiom By never submitting to the parasites of anguish Enduring the floods of tribulation As the earth beneath splinters apart Not the first to feel left for dead While inquest to discover a sanctum that represents the harmony of the spectators Who were all once one. Marked by the disdain to summon alive woe and cut it down with a jagged edge. Cremated to be forgotten Losing the sense of apprehension Insight of the consequence Of the winding narrow stretch that is composed of baneful catch 22's Be a foundation even for those Who wish for me to be cauterized. Cleansed by flame. Censure for persisting loyalty In a theory that Pangaea is not so unattainable a figurative continent with no boundaries Paradigms that preach Entropic times are to come here after but i will not falter FOR I HAVE FAITH that there is more To each significance with these verses the seal of weakness upon this resolve is diminished Grasp these hands that remain tattered Brothers and sisters Still gasping for air Follow the compass in the sky and in Zion we will finally rest. Go! Forlorn nomads with severed ties To a life barren of substance. Built this way To go to war with a myriad of abhorrent ideals The tragic beginning bringing forth a beautiful ending

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released November 5, 2013

Recorded at R.F.G. Studios at Appalachian State University
Mixed and Produced by Joey Diehl and Josh Tomkowski
Mastered by Joey Diehl

Artwork by Kate Smith
Graphic Design by Neal Shaw

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The North Carolina metal group As Oceans has been described as crushing and furious with a unique take on heavy music. Earth-moving guitar riffs paired with vicious vocals and pounding drums, As Oceans grabs you by the throat and doesn’t let go. As Oceans’ music hauntingly fits with what is alluded through their name; a force of vast power and infinite mystery. ... more

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