Place of Skulls: In-Graved

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Published on July 31, 2020 12:04:43 PM ● Video Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_a02xodbAo

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In-Graved 2016 Stone Groove Records
Doom Metal (Knoxville, TN)
https://placeofskulls1.bandcamp.com/album/in-graved
Nailed: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zihdq1zm1Nc
The Black Is Never Far: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CjjM08DMad0
With Vision: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ToDNvVFASYA
Love Through Blood: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kuB9oQ2-YeM

I. Digital Critic 00:00
II. What If... 04:29
III. Late for an Early Grave 09:35
IV. Fading Flower 14:14
V. Thorn in the Flesh 20:27
VI. Teacher (Jethro Tull cover) 25:56
VII. Love Song for the Dying 29:58
VIII. Never Surrender 36:45

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What If...

What if your last breath was just what you said
And the last thought you had when the clock
strikes you dead
You cease to exist in body, mind, & soul
And the time that you spent on Earth was just a show

What if found you couldn’t hear a sound
After all, you were right, your final home
is just the ground
And the love that you gave to family
and friends so dear
Was just a moment in a life of wasted years

Now all you see in your day is night
No worth, no joy, no peace of mind
And all your rags you left to heirs
Death won’t redeem those left in tears

What if you are right and this is all there is
So what if you died and your blood just turns to mist
But what if you’re wrong, and a new world awaits
And death lost its grip in life, beyond the grave

Fading Flower

On the day when our father died
As close as we’ve been until the tears dried
That moment of grief made a change for good
Then time nursed the scar and covered our wounds

A bloodline we’ve shared with superficial care
As close as a call and sometimes a stones throw
We’ve passed through the years,
our time slipping near
With our love on hold to reap and sew this woe

In the days of our youth, never finding the truth
It was all about tomorrow,
now it feeds our common sorrow
As we fade into today and realize our mortal way
What seemed like forever, is now a fading flower

Mother, sisters, and brother,
how have we cared about the other
With no intention to hurt, reality brings disconcert
Bred in tradition of strife, will we ever speak life
And not doubt our love,
when self isn’t the one we’re thinking of

We never did what was said, only what was done
With no fault to be laid, and no blame to anyone
We can’t un-see or remover the wonders of our eyes
Or the works of our flesh, which haunts our minds

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**ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ꜰᴀɴ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅʀᴏᴘ ᴀ ʟɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴇʀɪᴀʟ ꜱʜᴀʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴅᴇʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ɴᴏɴ-ᴍᴏɴᴇᴛɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴɴᴇʟ ꜱᴏ ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴜᴘʟᴏᴀᴅᴇᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴇʀɪᴀʟꜱ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ**