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Jettatura

from Ethos, Pathos, Logos by zhOra

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  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    4 panel digipak containing 11 tracks of audible chaos and featuring lush artwork by Jake Kobrin.

    Includes unlimited streaming of Ethos, Pathos, Logos via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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lyrics

Hold the river, recede to the source.
Cold this blizzard. Dwell not, freeze my hands.

Your fruit never borne, your tongue will never cut.
No more, claim this land and I'll still walk into the miasma.
Just go.

Cast out on my own to feel the freezing scorn
Cast out now.

The breathing cold, frost glass, mist up echoes of who I was to be.
Fingers cold, growing black.
I've had the cord cut.
And I'll slip away, "retrace my roots"?

What this means in my mouth makes me consider the presence of good and evil.
Nothing more than dead man walking, a very wheel in the machinery of things.
Calamitous error - morality.

Show me your heart, show me your mind.
I only ask, to ponder in unison.
For we are one soul, one mind.
And the wheel spins on.

Eat the weak, eat the young.
You'll beg for this torture.
Throbbing in my gullet, a piece of this life that's passed on to me.
I see an act of kindness.
In a tent of their skin I will sleep.

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from Ethos, Pathos, Logos, released October 27, 2017

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zhOra Clonmel, Ireland

4 piece Irish progressive sludge band from Clonmel, Ireland.

Righters of wrongs; Drinkers of pints

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