Votive Offering

by Artefact

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released February 1, 2017

On 'Votive Offering', Artefact was:
Hannah Saunders (vocals)
Matthew Green (guitar, vocals)
Jon Mohajer (bass)
Danny Parsons (drums)

Recorded at Foel Studio in March 2016 by Tom Wild

Mastered at North London Bomb Factory in June 2016 by Daniel Husayn

Art and design by Scott Young

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Track Name: Siren
Snow white surf caressed the shore,
An ocean wraith,
Spitting pearls,
Spitting pearls.

Clothes cascading, cast from the curtain,
Consuming carbon, cars driving in reverse.

Women stand in every window,
That's their throne,
Where the marble chips away,
Like the man from the cuckoo clock,
Who returns to his chamber,
Like the ropes that make the bells toll,
Like thunder.

Withered and florid,
All draped in green velvet,
Pricked on the finger,
A spike stayed inside her,
Distraught and discontent,
She wailed,
Like a siren,
Spitting pearls,
Spitting pearls,
Like thunder,
Like a siren,
Spitting pearls,
Spitting pearls,
Like thunder,
Like a siren,
Spitting pearls.
Track Name: The Morrigan
The Morrigan,
Sweet phantom queen,
Corvid Goddess,
Trinity.

Odin's omens fly to me,
Feathered Angels,
Murders came in threes.

And in my dreams I tried to soar,
Through onyx skies,
I'd always fall,
I walk a path through fields of fire,
Crackled flames masked old desires.

The battle cry raged forth like hell,
Shrieked inside a former self,
The Maiden, Nymph, Crone,
The New, Waxing, Old.

Autumns here,
Ruination,
Battle drunk,
Blood gush,
War torn,
Underfoot,
Raking fingers,
Ravens gnaw.

Blush a fierce crimson glow,
Like mountain floor below,
Red as Hergest.

Dance a waltz that turns the tide,
Submerged into lake to die,
To be reborn,
Bask in cleansing blue light of;
The mother moon,
The mother moon,
The Morrigu,
The mother moon,
The mother moon,
The Morrigu,
Sweet mother moon,
Sweet mother moon,
Sweet mother moon.
Track Name: Déjà vu
The house of fright,
Temple of dark delight,
Pillars grounded,
Inside my mind.

Hear the blood curdle cry,
Of the ghoul, who strode through every wall,
In every incarnation.

Already seen before,
Perpetual recall,
Déjà vu.

Time burns and bubbles,
Toils and troubles,
Sweeps through me in euphoric waves.

No path was ever straight,
No serpent ever in sight,
I died before I was ever alive,

I feel I've walked this earth before,
My soul feels archaic
Déjà vu.

The house of fright,
Temple of dark delight,
Pillars grounded,
Inside my mind.

Déjà vu
Déjà vu
Déjà vu

The house of fright,
Temple of dark delight,
Pillars grounded,
Inside my mind.

Déjà vu
Déjà vu
Déjà vu.
Track Name: Sacred/Sacrilege
Sacred,
Sacrilege.

Butter on my paws,
Lost scent of home, Long ago.
Your day of feast,
My day of damnation.

Chinese whispers of past lovers,
Who linger like bad odours,
Cats shriek like Beelzebub.
Skin splintered like Arjuna's arrows.

At the crossroad,
We dig our own graves,
And lay in them dormant,
Fate's waiting room,
Fate's waiting room.

Sacred,
Sacrilege
Sacred,
Sacrilege,
Sacred,
Sacrilege.

And the timepiece, has a sharp tongue,
That lulls like a pendulum,
A muscular metronome,
And her eyes are never closed.
Track Name: War
Hack my tendons,
Cut them like filthy rope,
My ligaments,
Slice like vines.
Break my bones,
Like branches.
Scalp me,
With your bluntest blade.

Gaze upon,
My bloodied cranium in ecstasy,
Hammer it to pieces.
Discard of splintered shrapnel,
Force greasy hands around my,
Pulsating cortex,
Butcher it like rotten meat.

Carve out my tongue,
Like a fleshy trophy,
Dig dirty nails,
Into sockets,
Pluck out my eyes,
Like putrid vegetation.

Dance in a frenzy,
To the melody of war,
of war,
of war,
of war.
Track Name: The Witching Hour
As I walked amongst the mist,
The veil the earth commands,
I gathered in my golden fists,
The moonlight of the damned.

The witching hour,
Has a power over me.

I was fast to learn that trading faces,
Leads to traces fading away.

The witching hour,
Has a power over me.

The witching hour,
Has a power over me.
The witching hour,
Has a power,
Over me.

And the Halloween lady,
Always dresses in masque,
And I gathered in my golden fists,
The moonlight of the damned.

The witching hour,
Has a power over me,
The witching hour,
Has a power over me,
The witching hour,
Has a power over me,
Over me.
Track Name: Styx
Resurrect me,
Like a spirit,
Resurrect me,
Phoenix.

Made up of mostly embers,
Mostly embers.
Lady in the elevator,
Tells me,
I'm going,
Down,
I'm going down.

Drifting through,
My own river Styx,
Resurrect me,
Phoenix,
Resurrect me,
Like a spirit,
Resurrect me,
Phoenix.

Made up of mostly embers,
Mostly embers.
Lady in the elevator,
Tells me,
I'm going,
down,
I'm going down.

Drifting through,
My own river Styx,
Resurrect me,
Pheonix,
Resurrect me,
Like a spirit,
Resurrect me,
Phoenix.

Drifting through,
My own,
River,
Styx.

Drifting through,
My own,
River,
Styx.
Track Name: Libracide
Libracide has taken hold,
Tear the pages,
Scorch all scrolls,
Turned Sarapeum,
To cremation ground.

Alexandria's ablaze,
Monks mobbed Hypatia,
Fanatical and rabid.

Libracide has taken hold,
Tear the pages,
Scorch all scrolls,
Turned Sarapeum,
To cremation ground.

Cyril and the reckless ones,
Elevated to sainthood,
Hands stained in blood.

And the fair did fall,
Like Antonius foretold,
Left to constellate,
In another life.

Libracide has taken hold,
Tear the pages,
Scorch all scrolls,
Turned Sarapeum,
To cremation ground.

Alexandria's ablaze,
Monks mob Hypatia,
Fanatical and rabid,
Tore her,
Tore her,
Limb by limb,
by limb,
by limb,
by limb,
by limb,
by limb,
by limb.
Libracide,
Libracide,
Libracide.
Track Name: Boudicca
Danse Macabre,
Through pillaged planes,
Of imagination.

Sacred heart,
Weakest muscle in my torso,
Gateway to hell.

Thrown to the wolves.
Howls echo still,
London burns red tonight,
London burns red tonight,
And fades to dust.

Boudicca,
Boudicca,
Boudicca.

Boudicca,
Boudicca,
Boudicca.

I hold the reigns to my own life in fearful hands,
But do not doubt me,
For I shall raze your,
Cities of the mind,
To the ground.

Boudicca,
Boudicca,
Boudicca.
Track Name: Votive Offering
A votive offering,
Disparate hymns,
To a higher being.

Ouroboros,
Serpent,
Halo.

Your temenos,
My sacred grove.

A votive offering,
Disparate hymns,
To a higher being.

Ouroboros,
Serpent,
Halo.

Your temenos,
My sacred grove.

Higher,
Higher,
Higher,
Higher being.

Ouroboros,
Serpent,
Halo.
Ouroboros,
Serpent,
Halo.
Ouroboros,
Serpent,
Halo.