(2019) Thorax Hallways

by Gorlock

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MAGISTER DIMENSIONS Weak altars break. (With a tear) Inside memories old. Divide the sounds below. I close my eyes. But still they follow. Spirits sleep in the cracks. In the air – of my confession. The wounds wet. Poverty – death’s fingers. Magister dimensions. Suffering cracks and kneels. Denounced vocal chords. Rot in the waters of heaven’s blood. My prayers only linger. These prayers only linger. -Lyrics by BUER
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WITHERING LINES Abstract wounds, this nothingness. We met, when we left. Damaged, I hold your hurt. Lost in graves of pain. Betrayed in me; deaf with bone exposed. My veins erased. Crushed dreams for sound. Four walls feast upon me. My open cross; hear the knife hit the floor. Our smiles, with memory decay. Violent shapes – on dry lips. Withering lines, my hands spiral. -Lyrics by BUER
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RED AUGUST FOR TOUCH Afflicted device. In it my black memories. Sealed dispraise. On Streets of bone. Dying, this broken end. Cancer, decay my whispers. Blood songs, my pages scarred. Red August for Touch. RED AUGUST FOR TOUCH. Red August for Touch. -Lyrics by BUER
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BEYOND THE HEXAGRAM BODY Flickering lights, edge through my eyelids. The TV glows against demons. Crafting beside my shadow. No one to stay, no one to leave. I've returned to torment. Cut beneath the struggling of God. Still abyss forgotten. Satan, places iron across my face. It’s the end... It’s the end. I'm broken (frozen) I am broken (frozen) Crafting every demon without end... -Lyrics by BUER
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NIGHTMARES a RIVER OF CANCER Craft Unburdened, your stars in illness. I've found our wombless mother, Bound to the entrails. Frailty in fire. Make this darkness drown with me, For anguish saved me. For her instruments became me... My soul is heartsick.... From entangled gore, Absent and depraved. Broken in the shade of specters. Tortured across discord, We inhale her, my love! Your altar of devastation. Interred through rotting rain, I can no longer taste the emptied. Destitute with only shame... The cloven voids. Butchered before silence, Your mortal part. These apparitions, you never knew. Fall within in you. -Lyrics by BUER
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WITHOUT FORM IN COLOR Lowest form’s, this is all I am. Take me in, cast upon the stain. Torso’s fill the wounds. They look, but only stare. I bury myself in rot. Drag my voice lifeless. In the glow of horror. SIN!!! Drain the soul, this hell within! Drain the soul, this hell within. -Lyrics by BUER
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Left In Years Open the wounds We all share. Distant silence Pale void Beneath the tracks Love our white rain. Enoch is this rain? Time-our broken soul… Soul Walk with me, Where our graves part. Voids on fire. Outstretched, but forgotten. Scream… -Lyrics by BUER
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Funerals In Sound “I murdered my life The moss hangs Uncreated grace Silent burdens Dimmed in days Churn our wall's within Unseen, you never knew... Bled out in sound Crossroad's in the cypress The stone settled beneath. Slow stares in the silence. Forgive me... You’re always there Pressing your teeth in my heart. Flesh in the blade Severed glass in the black Death drips in shade. Convulsing ornaments Devoured in the still. These veil's in expanse Funerals in sound Unwant inward Unwant inward... Funerals in sound Funerals in sound Funerals in sound” -Lyrics by BUER
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THE ROOTS OF WOE Snared within the roots of woe Labyrinth deluge with black waters' flow Drowning to breath within this anguish coil Tormented ((perceptions)) shudder and unfold Wrought by ruin and ornamented (with grief) (One must hang within the branches for they) Will not break! Will not break! Will not break! Despondent formations created of mind Living on hate and darkness of all Will not break! Will not break! Hysteria of the forsaken Abandoned and left to constrict Bound within the ageless roots of woe Mirthful reflection suffers in retrograde Living on hate and darkness -Lyrics by Zodiac
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LURKING BIRDS WERE SPARSE, BUT SOARED... (FOR GORLOCK) BY PHILIP H. ANSELMO, AKLO-MAYOMBE PROGENITOR Threaten with epidemics... Satellite fail detection... Culex genus carriers... Implications of the sick... Carrying cholera hydropower... Providing succor of malarial... Derelict pool hatcheries... Humankind’s blood accessible... Through broken windowpanes... Surround its gleaming necklace... Slather on for repellant microcephaly champions... Amplify and spread vectors of disease... Hideous blooms of algae... Debris of human on (the) surface... Impregnated swoop... Clandestine burial pits... Victims killed years ago... Fugitive of predecessors... Skulls found over course of months... Excavate such sites... Other bone found in wooded thicks... Sinking rods into the ground... Withdrawing to detect... The telltale odor of decomposition... Alert and carry out final excavation... The city is an enormous mass grave... Burning, dissolving, corrosives... Buried relatively whole... Lothario’s odd cold, blue bodies... Lothario’s odd cold, blue bodies...
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BEYOND ALL DARKNESS “Evenings collapse Damp lights whimper Old oils on the lips. Screams compress The rot of words. Cold walls Contracting mirrors Absent our hauntings Where isolation lay pressed. Every fire lost. Beyond all darkness The blood of falling stars. ‘Moments in Death’ So Long Soul So Long Soul So Long” -Lyrics by BUER
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Ritual Ash 07:17
RITUAL ASH Shackles in ruin Rot lingers On skin abided. Clocks drowning in flesh. Suffocation in the hands. Tortures stained in thoughts of rain. Hands static and idle. Our overtures, mislaid. Abandoned, this is all I am. Charcoal skylines Entrails in grey rivets. Terror --- In the moments between. Un-Turned answers This old, cold pain. -Lyrics by BUER
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THORAX HALLWAYS Yellow skies in mutilation Abortions neglected; unturned answers Miscarried wombs Rotting in the monsters you keep. Scabbed churches burn Stringed shadows remind. Thin fingers press The nothing in us In the corners you violate Buried in those already hanged. The long hallways of past… They are my keeper. Dark graves beneath me. The screaming rot---the ashen hang before me. In every executioners’ eyes. I am the blood on the axe. Churn the inverted sun… Without and unseen. Clocks rest in the filth. Aphotic flesh; old hags pressed in the prisms deep. Gnashing where only hell may wander. -Lyrics by BUER

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Gorlock's 7th Album Released 10/31/2019

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released October 31, 2019

Featuring Skidgore, Zodiac, and Phil Anselmo
Cover Art by All4Band Design
Additional Artwork by Brutal Disorder Logos

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Gorlock

Horror Metal (USA)
2006 - Present
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Gorlock is:
Buer - Vox
Eric - Keys
Matt - Guitar/Bass
Adam - Guitar/Drums

The official definition of Gorlock is 'one who's neural pathways have been irreparably damaged due to exposure to high decibel music'.

Our music is Dark, Haunting and Heavily Inspired by the Horror Genre, Paranormal, and the Occult.
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