Mariners at Perdition's Lighthouse

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Mariners at Perdition’s lighthouse, with bludgeoning smog raised from slumber, to yet more grinding hours. Discord's in the deep, immiscible holy oil, a glass of tar to a drowning man. Welding soul and iron, the shipyards will make arsenic eaters of us all; Swallowing blight to bear its burden. Broken mariners, building arks from whale’s rusted ribs, stolen ores from slaves a world away. As pretty as syphilis; there’s no vindicating this. They, the crucified, on ferrous beams, Rivets pounding into arthritic palms, and a thousand years of cruel, ringed fingers, grasping in earnest at saline rags. O, Morningstar! Sing in dissonance, To lightning coils at the beacon’s head; As infants to scale the peaks of refuse to scrape the last threads of life, the pitiful dregs of flesh that cling to bones cast off from Zion. O, Morningstar! Sing in dissonance, A verse for an onerous dawn, An aria in an oppressive key, atonal ringing in their sodden void, They see the lecherous twilight, that, daily, caresses the sanctimonious, the voluptuous paunch of the pious who gorge on doubt and faltering faith, who sell their extortions as sins forgiven, and crack every bone for the marrow. To elucidate the thought of industriarchs, and to set their gears a-churning, Innumerous days spent dredging the catarrh from the larynx of the Clyde; the strings of its voicebox bind Hephaestus by his hair. Club-foot cripple, caught in cacophonies a-pounding, crucified on ferrous beams with rivets in his palms. Spines under lock, Binding the aberrant and the orthodox, Spiral staircase, sickly pale, As pretty as syphilis; There’s no vindicating this. Give me strength! Give me strength!

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released October 12, 2015

In recognition of the dock workers, lighthouse keepers, arsenic eaters.
Veil III: Speak Not of the Abuse of the Labourer.

Alasdair Dunn - Drums, Sprechgesang
Fraser Gordon - Guitars
James Johnson - Violin
Scott McLean - Bass

Drums recorded at Titan Studios West, Glasgow.
Engineered, Mixed and Mastered by Scott McLean.
Cover art, concept and lyrics by A. Dunn. Music by A. Dunn and F. Gordon.

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