Death Worship

by Order of Leviathan

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released August 5, 2016

All songs produced, written and recorded by Order of Leviathan and Jordan Haynes.
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Jordan Haynes at Earlygrayce Studios.
Artwork by Jef Whitehead.
Released on cassette and vinyl through Wolves Den Records. www.wolvesdenrecords.com

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Track Name: Cult Of Wolves
As there lie no distance between us and the beyond, we thrust into the abyss.
As the energy swam through our souls and the blood lust spoke our prayers, we stared into the void. We become chaos.

The Cult of Wolves, the destroyer of cosmic order.
The Gnosis Rays, the wealth of knowledge.
The Anti­Cosmic vengeance, all hail The Eleven.
The flames of Azerate, flood us in chaos.

Beyond the light of our sun. Beyond the breath of our lungs. Beyond the warmth of our touch. We wish our death Upon the world.

The Cult of Wolves, the destroyer of cosmic order.
The Gnosis Rays, the wealth of knowledge.
The Anti­Cosmic vengeance, all hail The Eleven.
The flames of Azerate, flood us in chaos.

We are the chaos. We are the shadows. We are your grave diggers. we wish our death and vengeance upon the world.

The Cult of Wolves, the destroyer of cosmic order.
The Gnosis Rays, the wealth of knowledge.
The Anti­Cosmic vengeance, all hail The Eleven.
The flames of Azerate, flood us in chaos.

We are the chaos. We are the shadows. We are your grave takers. We wish our death upon the world.

Fuck the world.
Track Name: Mortem Knell
Wash from the sky the moon and stars.
I am no messenger of martyrs.
Unfold the path to euphoria.
I am no messiah of men.
Drain from my veins and offering of God.

This desolate place, denounce me.
The revery gaze, take from me.
The fortunate grave, rest me.
Sound the trumpet of doom.

On my tongue rest the praise of the first murderer.
In my hand rests the key to liberation.

The fortunate grave, rest me.
Sound the trumpet of doom.

On my tongue rest the praise of the first murderer.
In my hand rests the key to liberation.

Wash from the sky the moon and stars.
I am no messenger of martyrs.
If night was longer could I escape the day?
Track Name: Disenchant
Unto the incessant hands of life, cast like stones on wayward waters.
Into the blessed hands of Death, at the rivers end.
Restless blood flows through valiant veins; swim the path of abyss.
Starving mouths to bless our names, in their final breath.
Carry the weight of living on the shoulders of selflessness.
Sacrifice all without the fear of a bitter end.
A wolf amongst lamb, a snake amongst vermin, a beast amongst men, a heathen to all saints.

Forgo feast for the sake of hunger.
Forgo rest for the sake of exhaustion.
Forgo companions for the sake of isolation.
Forgo the means to be content.
Forgo feast for the sake of hunger.
Forgo rest for the sake of exhaustion.
Forgo companions for the sake of isolation.
Forgo the means to be complete.

Rhetoric exaggerated by self acceptance, disembodied and misplaced.
My only wish is incapable of escaping.
A constant reminder that I have nothing more than this, as the unknown is irrelevant.
I become the constant that leads me astray.
We all become the scars of this scorched earth.

Forgo feast for the sake of hunger.
Forgo rest for the sake of exhaustion.
Forgo companions for the sake of isolation.
Forgo the means to be content.
Forgo feast for the sake of hunger.
Forgo rest for the sake of exhaustion.
Forgo companions for the sake of isolation.
Forgo the means to be complete.

Disillusion of the promise keepers. We are the servants of chaos.
Track Name: Constant Perdition
Thorns grip the wrists and hands of prayer.
The congregation, the charlatan procession.
A harlots lips feed from the grail of crimson.
The lull of bedlam, the constant perdition.
Come undone. Become absolution. Come decimation. Become and end foretold.

Forgo the foreboding consciousness, the vacant illusion of self awareness.
Forgo the pleasures of love, the indented path of modern man.
Denounce the embrace of interaction, the denouement of introverted seclusion.

Thorns grip the wrists and hands of prayer.
The congregation, the charlatan procession.
A harlots lips feed from the grail of crimson.
The lull of bedlam, the constant perdition.
Come undone. Become absolution. Come decimation. Become and end foretold.

Wearing thin is my mournful clutch.
A moment of calm washes over me.
I am not where I’ve been nor who I was.
Spending my life in sin and misery.

Come undone. Become no one.

Wearing thin is my mournful clutch.
A moment of calm washes over me.
I am not where I’ve been nor who I was.
Spending my life in sin and misery.

Fall on me, black of night.
Set me free, unwavering chaos.
Detest me, cosmic soul.
Stay with me, restless splendor.
Speak to me, constant perdition.
Become me, Constant perdition.
Track Name: Divide
Bask in the sovereign shadow of death.
Be my last night in decadent rapture.
Rest my head in hands at the feet of horsemen:
War, Famine, Pestilence, Death.

Beyond the great divide, there are no answered prayers.
Beyond the great divide, the idle hand is severed.
Beyond the great divide, we are nothing; we are no one.
Beyond the great divide, our death song echoes.

Bow my head to the scythe, take from me this life I despise.
Hang my head in the noose, take from me this existence I loathe.

Beyond the great divide, there are no answered prayers.
Beyond the great divide, the idle hand is severed.
Beyond the great divide, we are nothing; we are no one.
Beyond the great divide, our death song echoes

Beyond the great divide, there are no answered prayers.
Beyond the great divide, the idle hand is severed.
Beyond the great divide, infinite spirals.
Beyond the great divide, we are nothing; we are no one.
Beyond the great divide, our death song echoes.
Beyond the great divide, our death song echoes on.
Track Name: Phlegmatic, I
Haunt me, Reaper.
Hunt me, Seductive Death.

Our name is not written in the book, it is lost.
Our battle is not fought for the sun, but for the dark.
Our shores are not lined with our honor, but our blood.

My ethos is rendered to Abaddon’s ruin, lest I forget.
My unconventional ethos is shrouded in self immolation.

Tear tooth and nail at the cracks and seams of promise.
Bathe in the blood and feast on the flesh of fidelity.
I have died every life that we never lived.
Tear tooth and nail at the cracks and seams of promise.
Bathe in the blood and feast on the flesh of fidelity.
I will miss you, my muse.

Haunt me, ghost of endearment.
Hunt me, Relentless suffering.
Haunt me, spirit of woe.
Hunt me, timeless despondency.

Tear tooth and nail at the cracks and seams of promise.
Bathe in the blood and feast on the flesh of fidelity.
I have died every life that we never lived.
Tear tooth and nail at the cracks and seams of promise.
Bathe in the blood and feast on the flesh of fidelity.
I will miss you, my muse.