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Death of Divinity

by Foreign Pain

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Adam Andrade
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Adam Andrade Heavy, groovy and goddam catchy. Everything I love about hardcore and metalcore. Its the kind of stuff you can feel pumping through your veins. Favorite track: South of Life.
Darknight
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Darknight Foreign Pain is on fire on this remarkable album. Metal music like this truly boosts my mental health,Death Of Divinity is such a heavy killer record,I won't stop listening to this badass album. Favorite track: Kill to Rise.
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1.
In the spirit of new beginnings, this is starting to feel a lot like home. Thirty pieces to Judas, and only death to Job. Stagger on through this dead march song; woke when the record skipped. Prayed to God it would kill me. Please forgive me, even though I’m undeserving. Set the stage; light the fuse; don’t give a fuck if it’s death you choose. Set the stage; light the fuse; hold the rope while I tie the noose. Old news, old blues, new breath. No saint safe from a cursed death. No sinner free from the bones he’s kept. Set me ablaze. Set me ablaze for the hurt I’ve left. Set me ablaze; nothing left.
2.
Kill to Rise 02:21
Warbringer, enter my life, sowing discord with your killing eyes. The way you think, the way I feel, forgetting what is real. Self-destruct isn’t enough; reach out and touch it. In promise there’s no justice, just like everything I ever wanted. Killing to rise from the lies. I looked into the sky. I begged for guidance, but all I got was silence. Cower in the corner, stripped of what is normal. You say I’m happy and smile. I say you’re in denial. Everything I ever thought I knew sinks into your digital world. You masquerade as an honest man, but you’re as false as the stories you told. Blink twice if you’ll take my advice; plunge a dagger into the lies. Count to three; don’t live on your knees. Bury your truth. Kill to rise.
3.
Torchlight 02:46
Parted seas to shaken earth. I blink my eyes and my heart still hurts. Broken oaths, it’s a circle of trust. It's ashes to ashes; it’s dust to dust. Shadow of doubt, guilt pours from your mouth. Shadow of doubt, line ‘em up; bleed ‘em out. There’s a red dawn emerging as the youth take flight, while the Blue Devils revel in Death’s delight. No Judge, No Jury, Torchlight. The Holy Three are on a hunt tonight.
4.
Holy Order 01:56
Buried in bruises, shrouded with disguise. Don’t tempt the want and the will and the wish; begin to proselytize. Bleached robes to cover the woes of all the people you demonized. They hid, they ran, reached out their hand, and you refused it. His Son reigns supreme in the land of the free. Casted with your holy word, and the whole world is your curse. Isn’t the pain enough for you to care? Count the scars, deep enough for you to feel. Forked tongue to your fellow man.
5.
Blood Oath 03:23
Perception, the prison, betrayed by my mind. Angels mark the fragile, crosshairs in white, but in the shadows always standing by and watching while we wait. So bring the torch; bring the torch to Heaven’s Gate. Reality is getting so hard for me to swallow. Blood oath. Cut me open. Let me spin. Scorched earth, slow death, revenge.
6.
Knell 03:25
Follow me down. All hell can't stop me now. This storm will rage until I die; swan song usher me into the night. Crimson river flow through me. Cut, cut, cut my limbs to set me free, lost on steady seas of suffering. Breathe the air you’re sure to miss, calling out over and over again, “Please Lord, forgive me, and let me in.” Panic, set the stage, grand effort I finally made. Too late; everything I was, buried six feet deep in the end I caused. Crimson river flow through me. Cut, cut, cut my limbs to set me free, lost on steady seas of suffering. Breathe the air you’re sure to miss, calling out over and over again, “Please Lord, forgive me, and let me in.” Breaking down this soul of mine, all is calm and all is right. Too much a coward to make the call, so I’ll hide away, and write this song. Death’s grip. Crimson river flow through me. Cut, cut, cut my limbs to set me free, lost on steady seas of suffering. Breathe the air you’re sure to miss, calling out over and over again, “Please Lord, forgive me, and let me in.”
7.
For every broken dream, a song, the map of where we went wrong. The few left standing, the few left straining, left behind to try and carry on. Death comes racing. Standing in between white walls we never made, drowning beneath the surface of a path we didn’t pave. All the dreams and memories got washed away, shoved into an old pine box in a shallow grave. You earned this freedom to feel, and the right to set it free. With all your pain and suffering, you drowned in the panic, in the hurt, in the fear. You earned this freedom to feel, and the right to set it free. Standing in between white walls we never made, drowning beneath the surface of a path we didn’t pave. All the dreams and memories got washed away, got shoved into an old pine box in a shallow grave. “I’m sorry that it took me so long to find the words to write this song.” But if growing up means losing everything, then I’m dead set on staying young because "I still just love ya." Pain is beauty. Beauty is pain.
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9.
I know I’m as guilty as they, a coward slave to a one man game. Can’t change my mind; I was born to fade, buried under the weight. The world suffers at our feet, architects of our own defeat. Mistakes left doomed to repeat. Fools hiding greed behind a veil of sorrow, and feigning disbelief. These modern death marches through bleached ivory streets. Controlling with chaos, rule of law through deceit. I watched the world burn, not a second to waste. Trading trust in one’s own, replaced by pillars of faith. With a dark corner chapel and an idol to praise. Blind to you; suffer quietly. Blind to me; crows gather to feast. Build the temple; burn for heat. Crows gather to feast. Clouds will cover, the sun will cease. Secrets I swore my life to keep. Blind to you; blind to me. Suffer quiet so no one sees. Cross to bear; lost in repeat. All hidden underneath. We watched the world burn, until the sun goes cold. I know I’m as guilty as they, a coward slave to a one man game. Can’t change my mind; I was born to fade, buried under the weight.
10.
I couldn’t fly away so I chained them to the earth, and searching for solace only made it ten times worse. Like words to the surface, an unholy birth. Whispered secrets to the two-faced gods to determine our worth. Curl up and die; burn south of life. Bending and breaking, swing low and save me. Everything I ever loved has forsaken me. Tried to find freedom and I only caused hurt. No home left on this earth. Curl up and die; burn south of life. Gun to my head, I’m the knife in your neck, but your blood won’t wash my hands clear. Every song’s got a secret, and I know you can keep it, so I’m writing it down, and I’m hiding it here.

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"I Thought It Was Me" is dedicate to my dear friend Liz, a bright light in this world put out far, far too soon. The lyrics are about the mistake I made of confusing her internal anguish with a personal distance growing between us. This mistake caused me to resent a sentiment that didn't exist instead of taking the harder step of asking the tough questions and reaching out to a friend who was unknowingly in trouble. There is help out there, and if you, or someone you know, is struggling with suicidal thoughts, contact the Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 800-273-8255. All my love to Liz, her friends, and the whole Nor Cal Crew. I know I speak for everyone in your life when I say I love you, and you are sorely missed.

I rewrote the lyrics to "I Thought It Was Me" a hundred times, eventually borrowing a line from my good friend Jeff Eaton, with love and permission. Sometimes the things you want to say can't be said any better than they already were, and this was one of those times. Thank you Jeff.

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released September 3, 2021

Aaron Brooks - Guitar/Vocals
Andrew Doyle - Vocals
Darel McFadyen - Guitar
Shawn Skadburg - Bass
Sina Xiansheng - Drums

All songs written by Foreign Pain
Produced by Foreign Pain and Roger Camero
Engineered by Roger Camero at Bright Lights Studios and Bright Mountain Studios
Mixed and mastered by Beau Burchell
Illustration and design by Donnie Philips for KIHL Studio

Additional/guest vocals and many thanks to:
Charlie Alvarez, Marshall Lichtenwaldt, Joe Martin, Andrew Neufeld, Nathan Rebolledo, Rob Wallace, and Destiny Yusuf.

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