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The Curse That Is

by Graves At Sea

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We aren't chosen, we are born Get off your knees, take what is yours An inheritance / Cast away Genesis of original sin Darkness masks / Innocence The plague expands / Transforms my mind Visions of hope / Vanquished to nothing Living life / Do nothing more Breath the air shoved in my lungs Force fed gift / Feeding this life A parasite / Made to consume Giving life / Feed the disease The licking of wounds / Cleanses nothing The rotting of flesh / Decomposition Eat of my body / Drink of my blood Take from my soul / Blacken my heart Raise all your glasses, we're doomed from the start Remnants forgotten / Seed of misery Consumed and defiled / Unsung legacy Exiting life... Existence tarnished our souls One last sip to quench the thirst A piece of silver under the tongue Offering up the breaking of bread Extinction is here, bring out the dead Eat of my body, drink of my blood Take from my soul, blacken my heart Raise all your glasses, we're doomed from the start
Dead Eyes 11:08
Tempest 07:02
Slaves / Work inside Catacombs / Filled by the masses Static forms / Shapes of their lives Analysis / Of every word Surveillance / Pollutes the lines Drones / Gather to serve Dead / Like the eyes of a herd March single file Lines called providing orders Lie down to receive your mark Embrace the weight stored on your thorax March single file Visions / The eye sees everything Shelter / The glass is glistening Prisons / Encampments barred inside... The walls Repeat / Experiments designed... To amuse those outside Catalogued and classified Sort to profile.... Objectives compromised Motives have changed Birth Inside this prison Condemned to this (fate) Fates the creation / Of existence Control the demise / Drones wear our faces Embrace the weight stored on our shoulders Eyes glossed over lifeless and void Integration / With no hopes of communion Dismal Statistics / Line the charts of technicians
Anathema / Exodus of fate Salvation / From demise Expelling / The virus Touched by the hands of death... Dispensed / And rejected Returned / Reclaimed by the hands of death... Redemption / Embrace the gift of life Painted eyes / A watchful vigil Sickness Subsides / Accepted / She pulls tight... Neglect / Body withers Closed eyes / Abandoned / She pushes away... Prisoners / Such lonely days A blazing sun / Desert winds Barron land / Burns our feet Losing hope / The time has come Melancholy / Weeping eyes A gentle soul / Such graceful stride Overflowing / Fountain heads Mountain view / The city of dead Walking through / Times of pain Compassionate / My only solace Vascular walls / Breaking down Once great / Now fall With passing time... Days grow thin / I turn my back Become like her / Infused neglect Beneath the surface / Refuse to see A tumor grows / Cancerous relation With passing time... Alone Engulfed / In darkness Captivity New tide / Rolls in Released / To the ocean New day / Dawning Second chance / Falls from our grasp Dotted cells / Form her eyes Accepting / Calm ascent See her life / Slip away Empty shell / Meaning conflagrant Passing / Decade / Extinguished Ashes / Make her / Beautiful White / Vessel / Memory Ashes / Make her / Beautiful Detached / Mental / Anguish Ashes / Make her / Beautiful Growing / Regret / Manifests Ashes make her beautiful...
Blue dots to keep calm / Flat-lined and compressed Prescriptions open / The gates to my prison Insert the IV / To be fed the cure Upping the dosage / Increase the fear My life is a mess but my mind is pure My pulse is monitored / To the sounds of machines Existence has become / A monotonous routine Symptoms to alleviate / Placebos to control The desired effect / The senses become dull To deviate from the plan / Is never encouraged Expressed concern / An expected side effect Awaken from nightmares / To be force fed dreams Swallow the capsule / To satiate the hate
The Waco 177 09:22
Smell of burning rubber / Makes me feel alive Drinks in the air / Wheels to the sky Peripheral eclipse / The world disappears The churning of fuel / Embrace the nothing... The road beckons / Keep the rubber side down The pain of the day / Sustains the drive to ride Reject expectations / Walk the left hand path Initiate selection / The chosen arise Reclusive instincts / Withdrawn from humanity The highway's my drug / It flows through my veins A world examined / Through a child’s eyes Dying for the thrill / Living to die Emancipation / Of body and soul Push of the moment / Increase the speed A call to days past / Expand the tribe Substance consumption / Fuels the stampede Stranded and hopeless / Instilled despair Exile of the mind / Rethink, improve, proceed Freedom on two tires / The thrill consumes The rush of adrenaline / Thundering forward Waco 177 / Shots ring out and bodies fall Waco 177 / A massacre under Texas law Nine dead and 177 / Being held on a RICO charge. Five men released by dawn Suspicions raised / Something went wrong In a hail of bullets / Confusion misplaced blame First shots came from a CI / Trading black for blue Betraying brothers / For a little green 177 will remember the day / When liberty was stripped away Profiled and categorized... This is what happens when you live the life
Conscious / A slave to the clock Bar codes / Lock down the machine Finger prints stripped / And left at the door Devour the fruit / And discard the core Begging for scraps / And learn how to sit Who demands for it anyway? Programmed / Return to the hive The only exit’s when you’re eaten alive Don't forget at the end of the day You're not cared for anyway Broken hopes / A sign of success Metal walls designed to suppress Graft the soul to the hand that feeds Calloused skin / A sign of production Collective purpose / Expanding the cell Metal walls / Encasing this hell The scent / Of fumes / Sickens me Shackled ankles never to be free White lights / Replace / The sky Uniformed and waiting to die Oppressed / Breathing despair Suffocate / Deficient of truth Pressure / Those who keep busy Emaciate / Positions down low Tendered / Just enough to survive Taxing / On body and mind Failure / To keep up the pace Promises to repair the failing body Expendable / Discard and replace Abandoned / In a useless state Decimation / In its wake Gears turn / Lumbering forward Alive / While in a grave Salt / The earth / Oil the machine Castrate / For display / Save the best cuts for last Conserve / The breath / Stay alive Morals / Tarnished / The ladder points up The weights / Too strong / Gravity pulls down Wings clipped / Eyes shut / Purgatory Awake / In regret / Beg for release A noose / Is the gate / Leading out


Cult doom/sludge band GRAVES AT SEA unveil their long-awaited debut full-length, The Curse That Is, a tour-de-force of incredible magnitude almost 15 years in the making. After releasing a series of highly regarded demos and splits in the underground, the quartet has re-emerged, having recently cut their teeth performing on mainstages at Maryland Deathfest, Roadburn and numerous other festivals. Now GRAVES AT SEA unleash their strongest, most ear-shattering material to date. Engineered by Greg Wilkinson (Noothgrush, Brain Oil) and mastered by Brad Boatright (Sleep, YOB), The Curse That Is effortlessly fuses colossal walls of feedback-laden sound with gargantuan riffs that crush and crawl with the weight of mountains alongside thunderous rhythms meant to tear a hole in this dying earth. Coupled with self-loathing lyrics of torment and demise, the listener is engulfed in wave upon wave of aural misery throughout the 70+ minute ride through hell. This is music that will make you hurt.


released April 1, 2016

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Graves At Sea Portland, Oregon

After releasing a series of highly regarded demos and splits in the underground, the cult sludge/doom quartet GRAVES AT SEA has re-emerged, having recently cut their teeth performing on mainstages at Maryland Deathfest, Roadburn and numerous other festivals. ... more

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