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The First Assembly

by The Prolet Kult

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(Instrumental)
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Dunes 06:04
Endless sand. Crippling heat. Hard to walk. Needing to eat. Water is dry. Can't take a seat. Fall into sand. Not on my feet. Accepting the sleep. I cannot cheat. Hard to speak. Never awake. Eyes wide open. A fly's meal baked. Cooked and served. Food for the maggots. Shall you swallow me whole? Throat of the Dunes! Shall you feast upon my flesh? Pits of sand! Desolation! Decay! The sands have taken Pharaohs! The sands shall take me! Three days of steps. Never a night. Cannot sleep. Always a fight. The sand turned to coals. No green in sight. Water is dry. Tonight I may fall. Tonight I might die. Or be beaten in the sun?
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Fists of tyrants Hands of my own Heart of love Sword of stone Fear to lose Fear to win Slave to the booze For the lives lost within Heart of Lenin Mind of Mao All for the people All right now! I swear I'm not heartless What must be Done? I'm not heartless Everything under the sun swear I'm not heartless What must be Done? I'm not heartless Everything under the sun Things'll be different Just you wait The needs are met Every single day From food to shelter I will provide Just stay in line Too much to lose So much to gain I won't give up Nothing in vain You want a war Have at thee I've put so much Just wait and see No sacrifice too great That includes me Men at your rifles Eyes on sight to see Locked and loaded Fire when ready Bastards want to tear it down Call me a killer Working class bougie clown Lost my way gave too much to let it go Everything will stay Nothing will turn to ash Too close to call it quits Fire when ready kill the little shits! Nothing is off the table No measure too far To the wall Feathered and tarred Bastards want kill my dream No more ideals I will make you scream
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The sirens call What a beautiful song The sirens call To drown me in my wrong The sirens call The devil's kiss Telling me I won't be missed She always sings So easy to cling To descend into nothing Decay into waters running In joy and in sorrow In fury and time borrowed Her song beautiful Every note wonderful She calls me to take her by the hand She promises rest from this cursed land I think to myself The sirens call What a beautiful song The sirens call To drown me in my wrong The sirens call The devil's kiss Telling me I won't be missed Hypnotized and mesmerized Possessions gone in my eyes Beauty is so vain An end to the pain Her voice so gorgeous A black rose florist I am the fly to her decay An ending comes my way The sirens call What a beautiful song The sirens call To drown me in my wrong The sirens call The devil's kiss Telling me I won't be missed The sirens call What a beautiful song The sirens call To drown me in my wrong The sirens call The devil's kiss Telling me I won't be missed She calls me to the water Asking to call her mutter The blanket of this comfort Gently warm mother Asks to take my hand Taking me to a different land You know the call Her song sings to all The sirens call What a beautiful song The sirens call To drown me in my wrong The sirens call The devil's kiss Telling me I won't be missed I reach for her hand Our skin begins to touch It feels like the bridge To jump, to move just a smidge The drop so deep My eyes open to creep She asks me again if her song is so beautiful to keep The sirens call What a beautiful song The sirens call To drown me in my wrong The sirens call The devil's kiss Telling me I won't be missed The sirens call What a beautiful song The sirens call To drown me in my wrong The sirens call The devil's kiss Telling me I won't be missed I realize where I am The song a sham The bridge looking down Being asked to stay around My loved ones cry Scream and sigh Her song screams tonight To come along one last time Forgive me father, I know not what I do! (Climax) The sirens call What a beautiful song The sirens call To drown me in my wrong The sirens call The devil's kiss Telling me I won't be missed
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First album from the collective "The Prolet Kult", an Appalachian sludge metal project from East Tennessee.

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released January 13, 2023

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