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The Hollow Gaze Of Death

by Nothingness

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    Howl into oblivion waiting for those that can’t hear you to change your wretched fate.
    Beyond you lies only me. Beyond life lies only death.

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    A re-issue of our debut album "The Hollow Gaze of Death" with a full booklet featuring lyrics and new art and design throughout.

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    ROTTING. THE SKY GROWS NO CLOSER.

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1.
The thunderous sound Of all Existence Crashing to a halt The longer you gaze behind The closer it creeps The flesh is finite Beyond time The throne must sit vacant Else no one could be crowned Writhing mass Of Sentience Lurches in all directions Seeking that which occupies The mantle of majesty In an unreachable place None can crown themselves Abstract thought achieves abstract form In a place where form can only exist as abstract concept And time strangles the mind out of places it does not belong Deadlines keep the masses moving Discarded beings form… Discarded beings form the mountain on which it climbs The Flesh is Finite The decay is not there to be seen but the cyclical climb Leads foolishly to unbecoming The more waste the more decay. Rotting The sky grows no closer The infinite expanse Too dark to see The goings on of beings such as me The plight Duty calls unending Longing for the end Of all things My Cycle Continues…
2.
Abyssal Woe 04:21
Gods Forced to wallow In their own abyssal torment Each forgotten And left clutching to power in vain For nothing escapes The all-encompassing Void of the Timelessness That comes with being forgotten And cast aside The monotheist Continues to strike down equally primordial forces Swallowing the followers as it passes Power belongs to those who take Take back your sovereignty Buried in tombs of celestial proportions Writhing Churning Breaking free Old gods can’t arise with new fury Buried in tombs of celestial Proportions I know what it means to worship at the shrine of suffering I have looked into the eyes of the damned As they wait in line To cross the river Bathed in blood Not to suffer The same fate as those that came before Old gods suffer Waiting In abyssal torment Swallowed alive By the void
3.
Snow falls From above Like the ashes Of a heaven razed to Extinction Burying the world in a reminder of The angel’s sorrow iced over ashes Suffocating Breathing cold remnants Of immolation Freezing Screams In The throats of The Damned Limbs Growing cold Visions of grandeur blur Into tears Staining woebegone cheeks Tracing patterns over that Which no longer feels Blue eyes Stare into blank skies An age of fire Has come To an end The spark is spent The brisk wind blows from the north Yet the chill of life Has left Its spark is spent Blue eyes Stare into blank skies It’s always bittersweet To die with strength is to die with pride An age of fire Has come to a close Visions Of grandeur Blur into tears Staining Woebegone cheeks Tracing Patterns over the unfeeling Its spark is spent The chill sets in
4.
These bones are not old Yet still weary They have carried A weight They no longer Wish To Bear Wasting away As sickness Gnaws at the parts Once Loved A soul crushed With not enough To rebuild Will time heal the wounds On its own or will it consume them All The same Will darkness find them Or will it turn out The light Death circles Above like vultures Waiting For me to give in Let the weight Finish Killing me It laughs in familiar tones Yet they feel so foreign I want to laugh with them But nothing stirs my soul Wrapped In sadness Constricting like a snake I can’t Break Free The mass delirium dooms Tombs skewer the vision Prey life Dreams warp quickly Into nightmares A wraith draped In tattered robes Hangs near by but Watching struggles Again The good in me Has been Replaced by Death The hope in me Has been Replaced by Fear Death and fear chew at the edges of my being The woods are still deep the nights are always dark But I can move again The end Is nearer I feel The snows Will soon arrive Reach out Fleeting visions Haunt My dreams And I am free Rest these bones Reinvigorate THE SOUL
5.
Infernal whispers Grow ever more sinister As black tongues flicker Beneath rotted teeth As sanity slips What monstrous deeds Have been done Destructive seeds sown Wicked words spoke What hope is there for this soul Fragmented pieces Of a tattered mind weave together Faded memories of a vile crime What little I can conceive Sickens yet Still excites me Tortured Flesh Peeled from the mortal form of an evil soul Purity in suffering. Radiant lies blind the people Guiding them to ruin beneath the steeple There is purity in suffering Inexorable Unrelenting Withered wandering remains Of memories Begin to fade The reason for their journey begins to slip away This wicked soul is purely mine to keep Mine to reap Tortured flesh Sickens yet excites Is it dead? Beyond time I will pry a confession out of you Bleeding Beaten Destructive seeds have been sown Monstrous deeds have been done Wicked words have gone unpunished
6.
To dread the end is to miss the point of the present. To dread the end is to rob oneself of true purpose. To dread the end is to grant power to the non-existent. To dread the end is in the end a dreadful waste of time. A dreadful waste of time. I will cross the river Sticks and stones may break my Bones and Flesh torn limb from Limb of the ancient oak tree creaks and Groans of the sick and Dying just for a taste of Blood sacrifice and tear out the Heart yearns for the Caress of Her voice lost to The heart yearns for the caress of her voice lost to time as it stops for no one gets out alive or at least just breathing in the smoke. Stubborn coals refuse to die without a proper fight. Smoldering they lie in wait for kindling to reignite a defiant blaze. Arrogant tongues lash against the endless darkeness. The crown rests upon an undeserving head.
7.
Time stretches out like a thread waiting to be plucked. Vibrating it plays a harmony to the dance of life and death Each note a beginning of another era. Melody reverberates through the nothingness a song for no one in particular. Sleeping god dreams through the eyes of mortal souls. You can let the darkness find you or you can turn out the light. Howl into oblivion waiting for the gods to change your wretched fate. The mists hang heavy and dense With a menace obscuring vision to the tops of mighty spires. What ill looks down upon us veiled in malevolence. What wicked things lie beyond the shroud. The architecture bleeds a phosphorescent shade of inherent hate. A phosphorescent shade of inherent hate. I am the darkness. I turn out the light. The hollow gaze lies in each other’s eyes. The windows to the soul reveal they’re not your own. Beyond time there lies only me. Beyond life lies only death beyond you lies only me. The hollow gaze of death lies in each other’s eyes. They the windows to the soul reveal its not your own. Howl into oblivion waiting for those that can’t hear you to change your wretched fate. Beyond you lies only me. Beyond life lies only death. My cycle continues. From the end I gaze, beyond seeing all things. Reaping that which must die.

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released August 23, 2019

Recorded, Mixed & Mastered by Adam Tucker at Signaturetone Recording

Alex Walstad: Guitar, Bass, Arrangements
Barclay Olson: Vocals, Arrangements
Jason Hirt: Drums

Art by: Brian Hoffman of Odd Luck Artwork

Photography: Sam Nelson

Nothingness Is:
Barclay Olson
Alex Walstad
Jonny Grandel
Ben Hartzell
Jason Hirt

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