by At The Graves

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released January 22, 2013

Guitar, Vocals, Drums, Bass: Ben Price
Live Drums: Joe Jacklin
Live Bass, Vocals: Billy Carnes

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by Ben Price in December 2012
Music and Lyrics by Ben Price
Art by Sarah Kimble


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At The Graves Baltimore, Maryland

Ben Price's (Elagabalus, Foehammer, Textile, ex-Revolta, ex-Xozo) one-man-band.

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Track Name: Trickle
Down hearts in drought

A flowing stream of life reduced
To a trickle; quantum for the dead

Our chance was lost

The sea is everything
You swim in all time
A fragile rationing
Your trickle does not sate

Mercury courses down the veins
Ringing desolation through
Track Name: Janus
All liquid gone to space

The way of the flesh
To rot down the stream
The fork in the road
Becomes absolute

Two face looking out
All false sight collide

The land of extremes
Reflects on it all
I saw you there
Burning my cold

Collide inside
Track Name: To See an End
Drowning in a sea of molten ore
They call on us to be the anchor

Truth shows we're only drifting

Thrown asea into the lake of red
To liquefy invested matter

I saw the past on fire

Waves of dissonance show the course
A finite path to resolution
Track Name: Sea-Sons
Like stone our countenance
Dead eyes reveal the dead earth

Sea-sons, shepherds of the gray
Bringers of unemotion
What will be their wake?

Their wake, awake

Abyss; sea was once here
We dwell, fathered to a grave

Sea-sons, shepherds of the gray
Bringers of unemotion
What will be our wake?

Our wake, awake

Barren lands, one can't see
Soaring hands, stranded throats
Aether gone to a sea that cannot be seen

Day ends

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