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The Sickened Rain

by A Distorted Utopia

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The mushroom cloud darkens alien skies A windless horizon tinted brazen gold The ashen cerement stalks the vacant streets And the bitter wind of holocaust on your face Breathe; there's nothing left From atom to casket From wisdom to hate From birth to faith The architects of a dying world An empty illusion A grim façade A political apostasy And a mouth full of dirt Heathen scum your deadened rhetoric Echo this hollow cavern The folly of hedon lunacy Blinded by fear and broken of mind Deafened child and idiot god Idyllic object of the insane The parody of man A casket burdened blithered omen Hold your fucking tongue Antagonistic entity Devoid of empathy Paradoxical apathy Breathe in but there's nothing left The plastic fumes of molten waste The empty void that takes its place The artisans of a dying world The fractured oratory articulation Of a husk lacking of mind Will kill us all, it's killed us all Breathe out with blackened lungs Fade into the annals of time This world a sordid myth The artisans of a dying world
2.
I am a survivor of the grand irradiate end I waltzed the gulley of nuclear transcendence I feel the sin on the crippled wind This so-called life means nothing A fleeting breath in an uncaring world We fucked it; raped the earth of all its kind The stalemate is flawed When they came for me I failed to see My mind a tomb unbarred unguarded And as it fell around us And took us from our homes The world would not protect me and mine For our part in the greying earth And the dirt held in our hands On the sea-sprayed cliffs above the sea of death The gods go over first Trigger-happy bloated wretch Fingers ready guns are drawn The stench of hatred fills the air The six feet of soil between us and them Is growing ever shorter with time The blood paid mountains and arbitrary wealth Will mean fuck all in hell The cold withers the heathen soil The earth revolves its final dawn The loneliness of which I feel Is brought on by the dark The canopy of broken dreams Will not break my fall this time I hope that in the ending days I will find my peace and mind They were sitting in their halls Upon huge thrones of money When the first bomb fell And took away their pain The endless cycle of Tyranny and greed Brought us nothing but Seven billion graves to dig
3.
Peering through the stagnant eyes Of the wanderer of the wilted wastes Any plea for purpose in this life Has waned with shadowing of the sun Circling the cusp of a darkened lake The surface still and unmoving Only the glare of a haggard face Reflected back at me The haunted tide line exposes visions From the final war Inside its bleak emptiness Reside the ghosts that paint our future souls Death; the constant companion to human deceit The militant art of suicide To give into hate The blame of the blood Of cyclic depression and mental despoil I can't feel The closest thing I had to Home has gone The twitching remnants of my life has died Who can remember why we walked this path Seduced by the nectar of human mortality The sea of ghosts at eternities end Embody the hate, the envy, the greed Empty picture perfect condemnations An image of what life was once like Float atop the shimmering surface Before returning to the depths Forever out of reach Sinking forever, so pale before the void These ripples inside space and time Paint the passages of old And through the pathways of life They will soon vanish with the tide Whispers Remnants Lies I can't feel The closest thing I had to Home has gone These are the remnants of my life Cast out fling the cretin corpse And watch it crash against the shore Burn down the church of the sectioned pariah Pray for resolution The punishment of sin Tortured for the gluttony Flay and rend the flesh Indulge the suffering as one can only believe With no-one left to stop the pain The cycle repeats once again Deep inside the wounds Of malformed creation A smothered scream Of resignation I can't feel The closest thing I had to Home has gone This vivid story shares my, Pain but I don't feel The voices in my mind have left me Worn and cold The knife clasped in my hands will end this all
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Poised atop this cathedra Of biped fault and carcass' culled The gnawing arctic decrepitude Drills holes in blistered souls As the bastion of the stunted earth In hell I'll wait for you Just before I tie your noose Did you just speak the truth? Encompassed by the vacant gloom The sun has failed to rise And shine its gleam through toxic fog Where the last few men survive I am the war, the oracle Custodian of the dusk I am the final resting toll The parasite, the lie Can you feel the nuclear breath? It trickles down your spine Can you feel the weight of worlds And where to draw the line We failed to hold our promise The dust has settled low In our sickness and our solitude Our kingdom far from home Spread apart the cavity Where the heart once used to lie Hear no beat, see no rise Without need for fragile carapace This fractured planet births no pulse We failed to hold our promise The dust has settled low In our sickness and our solitude Our kingdom born of cold Can you fathom emptiness In the way this mind confides? Does the last laboured lament Of carbon life ring lies? From this sodden balustrade I fail to see new life take hold The silence on the wind Conveys volumes of nothing We failed to hold our promise Of never letting go In our sickness and our solitude Our carcass made of stone
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In my empty starchild mind Spanning through the shattered divide Sinking through eroded topsoil I serve the shrouded scythe no more Follower, beyond the sickened rain Our lies will find a way Seek penance not my child Our time and toll has since been paid I am the lantern in the fog The eternal gateway Whispering wretches that hearken the call An evolutionary relapse rebuttal and fall Follower, beyond the sickened rain Our lies will find a way Seek penance not my child Our time and toll has since been paid Wait out this diseased exodus In sterile tubes under the earth And when the clock strikes midnight And the earth resets to dawning age I will become the giver of life When the radiation has passed Left with the power to begin anew To rebuild nations To design a mind I will create from atom to casket Each single cell Will bear my soul As the cosmic drift abates I will become god If the sun shall rise again I will sing it to its call If the grass shall grow again I'll pay the price in bone Follower, beyond the sickened rain Our lies will find a way Seek penance not my child Our time and toll has since been paid Born into this deadened world As another vessel of flesh and sin I leave it as an oracle The saviour of our kin

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The Sickened Rain tells the story of the collapse of reality as we know it through the eyes of those cursed to experience it.

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released November 24, 2023

All Music and Lyrics written and performed by Richard Allsopp
Programmed, Produced Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Richard Allsopp

Additional production assistance by Kieran Hickman and Phil Stiles
Logo by Ayyarametallogo
Videography by Mihir Miyangar
Photo by Chloe Youmans
Artwork by Metalalbumart

The Sickened Rain was
Written between January 2018 and April 2020.
Recorded between January and September 2021.
Mixed and Mastered between September 2022 and July 2023.

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A solo melodic death metal project from the UK

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