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ACT VIII, SCENE 1: the borderlands

from BLOODSTAINED POSTCARDS FROM THE BORDERLANDS by Korperschwache

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there are no fences
there are no signs
no lamp lighter to lead the way
but a wise pilgrim knows
what to look for
you must use your own judgement
to mark your passage is useless
your markings will be scattered
the black hand of fate waits to deceive you
in the borderlands

there are no boundaries here
in this realm there are no laws
here it's all done with smoke and mirrors
you are outside now
you are not as them
and you dare not tell them of this world

here no one will scorn you
for the shattering of your soul
your soul is the same shade as the dead grass
in the borderlands

as the ground grows darker
and the trees dead and stunted
you will see visions of the world left behind
feel the black wind, so cold
dream the black night, so endless
sleep on dead leaves in the night that never ends
this is the dream of a dead world
this is the poisoned wasteland
that you are doomed to forever call home
in the borderlands

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from BLOODSTAINED POSTCARDS FROM THE BORDERLANDS, released July 18, 2020

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Korperschwache Austin, Texas

Korperschwache was formed in Austin, TX in 1995 and has since released piles of albums on labels such as Crucial Blast, Public Guilt, Inam Records, Cut Hands, Faunasabbatha, Peasant Majik, and more.

Korperschwache is:

RKF -- guitar, vox, efx, paranoid delusions
Doktor Omega -- beats, time, space, dominatrix vibes
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