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Pray for Decay
04:43
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Every night I wake up dead
I'm drinking bullets and pissing lead
Dreaming of a life that I once led
I hold the light of creation, and I'll extinguish the bitch
Let the leaves wither and die one by one
If they haven't already
Let this be my torch to bring to light the dark of this world
Omission of my species
Eradicate divinity with me with closed fists up towards the sky
I'm walking through a graveyard where all the graves have been dug up and their bones exposed
I left them bare and cold for the world to know the fucking cowards they were, no respect for the damned in their damned holes
I took their riches and gold and made my claim to their bones
Creeping the caskets alone; I long for death, I long for the toll
Let the leaves wither and die
Why should the world continue a bold faced lie
There is no worth, only disrespect
A bloated species hung by the fucking neck
A miserable grave for miserable people on a miserable day
Let the leaves wither and die
A miserable grave for miserable people on a miserable day
LET THEM WITHER
LET THEM DIE
If I fall asleep tonight, will the morning come?
If I close my eyes this time, can I trust that they wont open up?
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Shade
05:10
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Give your coin to the river-man
Send me on my way (x2)
[Spoken]
If it is hell that you seek: I am the passage
If you want out of this life, dissatisfied with existence:
I am the key, turn me in the lock and watch the flood pour in
I want to be struck by leprosy, so the outside feels like within
In the twilight of my days
I hope at some point I was happy
Cause every day it seems to rain
And every morning is sobering
There's a cloud that's circling
There's a fog about my vision
When all my days are behind me
Was I ever worth anything?
Follow the river bed till you find a nice spot to rest your head
With the rocks as my pillow I bash my skull in and lay me down to sleep
Life is a light in a pitch-black void that only grows dimmer until it fades
Here we are in a world unknown; forever dust, forever unborn
There's a shadow growing in my mind, its roots are planted deep
I want to be suffocated by hurricane winds
“Come Juno, feast upon my death;
feast on me, cruel one, look down from your exalted seat;
behold my dreadful end and glut your savage heart!”
Birth, the nihilist
I bore the cancerous
Birth, the pessimist
I bore the nihilist
Follow the river bed till you find a nice spot to rest your head
With the rocks as my pillow I bash my skull in and lay me down to sleep
Life is a light in a pitch-black void that only grows dimmer until it fades
Here we are in a world unknown; forever unborn
Give your coin to the river-man
Take my dormant heart
Take me in your arms
Cleanse my lungs with water
Cleanse my skin with arson
Send your coldest flood and make sure I don't survive
Send your infernos and melt away my very bones
Send me to the ferryman
Send me on my way (x2)
Give my coin to the river-man (send me on my way)
Send my soul to the ferryman (send me on my way)
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Stormseeker
05:25
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Sickness, my shell-shocked mistress
Headaches and sleepless nights, send me back into the storm that I survived
Nightmares and imagined fires, won't you let me close my eyes
Am I expected to believe, to lead a life of piety
When I come out to see the enemy is part of me
A reflection in the mirror I do not know
I have given up my hope at the end of a rope to show them all woe
Let my rage be example
I've followed every river till I found one deep enough
Tie me down, let me drown, let me seep into the mud
Cheap whores and cheaper rope
Life is for the living so I guess I'll see myself out
Let me sink till the dogs can't smell a thing
Close the top and leave me in
He who wears the crown wears the bullet to match
He who wears the colors has to watch his fucking back
Blegh
I've followed every river till I found one deep enough
Tie me down, let me drown, let me seep into the mud
Let me sink till the hounds don't know where to turn
Let me feed the carrion, the perfect storm!
Death and doom
Dread and gloom
Grief has wormed its way into your wounds
Sand and sod
Land and god
Where do you turn when you've been running from everyone
Rain and ruin
Guilt consuming
Don't hesitate to love the things we hate
Death and doom
Dread and gloom
Grief has wormed its way into your fucking wounds
Born without the will to live
Born without the will
Grief has wormed its way into your fucking wounds
Grief has wormed its way into your fucking wounds
Cause at the end of the day
I bring death with every step
Violence is remembering who we are
Violence is remembering who we are
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This Miserable Life
04:29
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This isn't living, this is silent distress
Someone kill the loneliness I feel
I inch closer to death just to see if I’m real
How low is low enough?
Do I learn to cope or drown in euphoria?
Walk me gently, hand in hand, into the night
Hold me tightly, whisper, sweetly, "it's alright"
Just another day in the binge routine
No signs of slowing, silently fading
The beetles click and sing, and move in unison
They bite where they see fit, dancing beneath my skin
When you find reality is insincere
And you’ve taken on too much to bear
Have you been left behind? Have you been fed a lie?
You're not the first to lose, you've got no fucking clue
Walk me gently, hand in hand, into the night
Hold me tightly, whisper, sweetly, "it's alright"
Cause it’s a miserable life
Walk me gently into the night, from the insufferable light
Whisper, sweetly, a lie
Let me lay in the corner of a room where the light can’t reach me: yeah, hide me in the gloom
Invisible, invincible, too numb to fight the nearing noose
Would I be better off erased?
Why does this feel like nothing?
Another pacifist in the machine
Not even death itself can cleanse apathy
Walk me gently, hand in hand, into the night
Hold me tightly as I lose my sense of time
Borrowing years cause this is what it takes to survive
I can't breathe without grinding my teeth
I can't sleep without these fever dreams
Oh, this sweet abuse
Oh, this sweet abuse
Let me lay in the corner of a room where the light can’t reach me: yeah, hide me in the gloom
Invisible, invincible, too numb to fight the nearing noose
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The Sick
01:14
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6. |
Ill-Giver
04:09
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There is no peace but the one we have robbed ourselves of
We put our hands together in farewell to the rest of the world
Compassion lost in the gears of egoism
Breathe in corruption, there is only mutilation
We've given way to our own fear
And let go of the things that hold us dear
Sedated in protest not to feel
Where is our conviction?
There is only mutilation here
We’re all the shepherds of illusion
Herded by our failures
We're all bound to fail
Chasing dreams that will never prevail
There is no peace
Only our disease
The last time I wished upon a star
I wished for them all to fall
We're all bound to fail
Hearts so frail
There is no end to our disease
We've given way to the things that hold us in control
We've eradicated our hearts of our own volition
A coalition of cowardice, a manifest of our darkest dreams
A coalition of cowardice, a manifest of our darkest dreams
We create the things that help us pass
In life, in silence, and in death
Supplant for our will to survive
Who are you when they turn out the light?
So this is the woe that we've inherited?
And you expect me to turn it into happiness
We create the things that help us pass
In life, in silence, and in death
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Cleanse, Spread, Infest
03:46
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When the flowers drop over my grave
And my voice is all that does remain
I hope they finally hear the words I have to say
We were in bloom and now all we do is decay
Corner the cowards, bring them on this hour
Mass is in session, but where's the fucking herald?
The bringer of ill-tidings and savior to the holy
Beloved by the many and liar to the weak
I am the madness that sleeps within the hearts of men
I awaken only to nurture suffering
Say a prayer for me
Pray to save my deviant soul
Light a candle and speak
SAVE MY FUCKING SOUL
God bless us sinners born to death and desolation
Wash our hands with poison so we can spread disaster
The sooner we flood ignorance into our blood
The faster we'll reach His lowly broken kingdom come
We are the preservation of all that is reason
When the flowers drop
At the feet of their cross
I hope they finally hear me when I say
We were in bloom and now all we do is decay
Abandon this torture
Abandon and save my fucking soul (x2)
Let the ravens come, let the crows tear out their eyes
We're blind, killing the blind, just following nothing
I'm not a monster if I am the prophet come
I'm not a coward: I am the light to which they pray
SAVE MY FUCKING SOUL
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8. |
The Growth
06:42
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[Spoken]
I've seen nights without stars and worlds without suns, but naught so dark as the unknowable.
As the madness ascends to meet
I greet the eyes of hell
As the darkness reaches out for me
Unspeakable and unforeseen
Terror from the depths, open and breathe in the stench of nothingness
This gross essence, I grow it from within
Like a cyst under the skin, I feed it only sin
And let it gorge on the gore of my deeds
Servant of the holy Trin, I fed it to my kin
I can't hold it back, a being beyond all comprehension
The skies skinned and pried, it burst into a mass of flies
As the hunger drips from its teeth
I spit its rancid breath
And the horror comes to cover me
Forever, never to be
Monolith of
Wrath's construction
Vengeful terror
Beyond imagine
I have seen the
Gates of forgotten
Worlds unbroken
By the wretched
I kiss the rings of hell
I shake the hands of the devil himself
There is no blackness dark enough to hide me from its gaze
The eye is ever present, forever in my dreams
As below so above, as the gods of old return
Bereft of life and bereft of hope, I am only man
Unguarded by the watchers on the wall, I am defenseless
Bereft of life and bereft of soul, I am only death
As below so above, as the void now takes you whole
Bereft of life and bereft of home, I am pestilence
Contagion is now spreading to my nerves, the leper of violence
Bereft of life and bereft of love, I am only hate
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Retch
08:29
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[Nihilism, Pessimism]
RELEASE ME TO THE VOID
The nausea floods, ill will I have become
If there's nothing left behind, then I cannot be found
Every night, every night I see no sleep
Every night, every night I dream no dreams
Evermore the absentee
Is today the day that we die?
Watching the clock, praying to flat-line
Help me feel alive once more
What is left and who is left to take it from?
Help me destroy, help me restore
Help me feel I'm not alone
Violence is in your bones
You can't deny what you are
Defect perfected in womb
Here to spread salt and misery into the mold
Fear is just the mouth of instinct
Whoever said that it's a privilege to survive?
Life's only purpose is spreading thin
We're just instruments
Passed down through blood and generation
Mark me down as no resuscitation
Signal the sickness: I reject the illness
Release me
Contingent on the curse of creation
No fucking miracle shall be practiced henceforth
We're a pocket of shit in a cold dark void
All that breathes in the whole of the Earth: a failure
Ill conceived
Damned seed
Ill-giver, won't you send the plague for me
No song
Nor melody
In your voice, all I hear is calamity
I CAN'T FEEL ANYTHING
I can't feel anything, in this abyss I see no sun: I'm simply withering away
I see no sun, wither with me away (into the darkness, into the abyss)
I see no sun, wither with me away (into the darkness, into the abyss)
I just want to feel at home
I have never felt so alone
ILL WILL
Venture forth into the lands of loss
Vent into the void cause no one gives a fuck
I am servant to the nothingness, I think I'm giving up
Miscarry the product of existence
Pray for suffocation where there is breath
Cause I am servant to the nothingness that makes me retch
ILL WILL
Let old age come swift and grant you sweet release (x4)
I find myself locked in its gaze, still I remain
Cause I am servant to the nothingness which bears my name
The cold is all there is and life goes on unwillingly (x4)
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