Processed are the Meek

from Dark Festival by Plagueland

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He built a bridge for pride to cross
From stone, his flesh and tear
It spanned the grin that tore from him
The beating heart of fear
As a drum to guide this line
Aimed at a somber mass
That breaks an end
To my soul made of glass

Voices blend with rattling
The knees of time are weak
Self-delusion imaging
Processed are all the meek
Last roll of doleful dice
Down this crooked spine
This display of the vice
Documenting our decline

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from Dark Festival, released August 17, 2022

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Epic, horror themed black-death metal from Belgium, featuring multi-instrumentalist MVL (Stories from the Lost) and vocalist XDS (Nyrak, ...)

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