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Pillars of Ash

by Black Tusk

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Here we go again, a sigh left for the end Rise to fall back down, Losing what I've found Good times and mutilation God took a vacation Self-worth and frustration Everything so wasted God's on vacation Deceived by what you you've said, stuck inside my head Some way I’ve been misled, the more I'm living, the more I'm dead Nothings left, now it’s gone, all that’s left, a fucking hole Thought I had it, should've known, this is how, to kill your soul
Alone with empty minds A scheme a plan unwinds Blank and vacant stares Enter the abyss unaware Unfold the master plan Control the endless times Your life, your every word Nothing left unclaimed In temples, no solitude The wretched all consume This fight, no good will stand Your soul under command No one bows and prays Your shell castaway Shadows he controls The desolation of souls
They try to shun the truth, poisoning your mind Infect a part of you, scared of what you'll find Kill your point of view, take it all away You’re not of yourself, you're of what I say Give unto me See through my eyes Bleed on your knees Feed me your lies Giver of life Giver of lies Give me your eyes Bow All hail the king And now the stage is set On with the show Just another sheep in the pack Surrender all you know As my spirit drifts, through the worlds of black I've pledged my life, no turning back Taste of fruits I should not taste And leave my soul in lands of waste Soon to die, open wide Swallow down, dead inside
Forsaken, forgotten Born of strife you're bred to die Built on high a desolate citadel remains A sign of power that gone A horde that comes will lay to waste Those who fall are left behind Legions of damned, new spirits to gleam A glimmer of steel through columns of smoke A pile of bones, a pit of screams Born of strife you're left to die Awaken the doom, we've come from beyond You’re damned eternally, you’ll suffer unto me For sins all men must pay in time Keeping the ranks, you march to die The Wretched and forlorn, will cross these wasted fields Of rocks and dust and face the sky and Embrace the Grey and Eternal Light
My Time is here, nothing to fear Actions will speak, louder than words My shell lies here, stuck in the ground Short of its breath, for death I’m bound The road to the damned is paved with good intentions Our end is a dark shroud draped and hanging over In a dead man’s eyes, cannot hear a sound Cold here and alone, damned in the ground My shell lies here, stuck in the ground Short of its breath, for death I’m bound
Crossing the boundaries of this land and time A journey to enter the plains of divine A power grows, thundering hooves Fog obscures, cities of light Beyond the Divide we must ride Reach for the voices from the hallowed light Mocking and taunting from the barren wastes Hopeless, never coming, endless ride to the sky You feel ever weaker, voices call from inside Sliding from the saddle as the strength leaves your soul Laughter from you demons as you cross the divide
Black Tide 03:53
Grinding of teeth, scratching of my flesh Wrenching of hands, tearing me apart Itching for this, your name on my lips Dulling the pain, the taste in my mouth Quenching my thirst, nothing will end this Searching, one more is all I need My life falls apart Driving me insane Save me from this hell I am still not well
You will never know, true believers see Altars left in time, shadowed in secrecy Lone in the night, all cloaked in white Together we pray, the moon will not fade Hands to the right, beacon of light Chanting will rise, pledging our lives Planets align tonight, stars are shining bright Time is drawing nigh, hold the chalice high Just a sip away, faith the only way We’re prepared to die, walk among the sky We are prepared to die, we walk among the still sky We are prepared to die, we walk alone in the sky
Punkout 02:15
Originally by Tank 18 He writes the songs, for the people He writes the songs, I don't think so He plays guitar, and looks sexy You go to shows, who's the dummy Buy, buy American pie, a corporate made creation so godawful I could cry Last song sounded as bad as the first, how could you pay more to do worse Don't forget all the common people, there is no hell to pay there is no good or evil The limo ride downtown with all of your security keep the fans at bay Protect your punk monopoly! Punkout! He plays the crap, with no conviction He plays the crap, no one will miss him There must be a point, we find it funny There must be a hole, for all your money
Leveling 02:52
The day, remains, we live, in chains Now, its time, to make a change Leveling What’s inside Leveling What I hide Fade, away, another, day Break, away, to stay, the same Leveling What’s inside Tear you down Now it’s mine Life, the hurt, The loss, this is mine


Savannah, GA's BLACK TUSK have established themselves as one of the hardest working bands in rock since their formation over 10 years ago. After four full-lengths, numerous splits and EPs and thousands of shows under their belts, the punk/metal power trio was faced with an immense and unexpected tragedy in late 2014 when founding bassist/vocalist Jonathan Athon passed away after a motorcycle accident in his hometown. Now, as a testament to his profound and lasting legacy on the heavy music scene, the band are releasing Pillars of Ash, their final recordings with Athon. Recorded with Toxic Holocaust's Joel Grind behind the boards and featuring gorgeous artwork by Jeremy Hush (Skeletonwitch, Rwake), Pillars of Ash is the culmination of three brothers-in-arms' blood, sweat and tears, and their finest accomplishment to date.


released January 29, 2016

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Black Tusk Savannah, Georgia

Black Tusk was born from sweat. There was blood, and maybe a few tears, too, but more than anything, it was sweat that marked the earliest years of Savannah, Georgia’s Black Tusk. Formed in 2005 by three lifelong friends—bassist Jonathan Athon, guitarist Andrew Fidler, and drummer James May—the band welded together what they called “swamp metal.”

Photo credit Geoff Johnson
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