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Arboreal

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    Artwork by Samantha Raven Stone
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lyrics

In the forest, I remain fused with the trees. I inhabit the woods.
With roots as veins, my carcass matures into compost.
I nourish the land as my body blooms into a new life, into a new life, I nourish the land.
Slumped in the soil, vines compromise my trembling thighs, I am arboreal.
Spine turns to stem, I photosynthesize. Flowers begin to flourish as the wilderness feeds
Swallowed into the earth, a harvest of meat. Ingested in dirt, then reborn in bloom.
Beauty bewitches what is left of my mind, wild gather as remains provide.
Dead and alive, I'm seeding the land. Mould and blossom begin to thrive.
Crooked, I commune by my newly found mother. Her whispers of praise are simply sweet sorrow.
Roots of the earth make their way through what remains of my human form, becoming ethereal

Slumped in the soil, spine turns to stem, swallowed into the earth, I am arboreal.
Beauty bewitches what is left of my mind, I'm dead and alive, I am arboreal.
Devouring my past flesh, becoming ethereal.
Crooked I commune with my newly found mother, her whispers of praise are simply sweet sorrow.
Slumped in the soil, vines compromise my trembling thighs, I am arboreal.

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from Corps Fleur, released September 5, 2020

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Post-black metal from the United Kingdom

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