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from Conjhur by Clutch of Mammon

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The flowing ice upon the river
Wasted away, for no one to call again
So too did your breath cease
And gently blew away to an idea

Shadows, collide to end
Debase, the garden’s fruit
Shallow, the form will come
The first call, your heart refused
We searched, the burnt awaken
To kiss, the green remains

Blessed forgotten wisdom
That yields forgotten cruelty
Hidden fear of empathy
Bears pity’s lurid fate
Ghostly connect to terrible eyes
Disconnect my body from the fear
Bleeding tears no other can ignore
I softly give way to my

Dogs, devouring the night
Your shallow breath it fades
The anger and regret
Let us begin

Rip me from my sleep
With your silence
We only stir
Out to nothing

Every altar
And every grave
Made victims of

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from Conjhur, released March 22, 2019

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Clutch of Mammon is a one-man black-doom thing. There's probably some psychedelic in there too. I like my metal cold and slightly unpleasant.

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