None Survive The Sun Lyrics & Tracklist by Reprisal

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Abyssal hours of morning The rising sound of crawling The stirring of the vermin That nest within the neurons No pity or warning No hunger, but boredom They begin a ceaseless gnawing Sprawling through my organs Take me Cousin of death Graveyard of failure, in daylight at rest But now I hear them clicking in my dark neurotic depths And the whole wide world beneath you Seems a vaunted ugly mess Eaten from the inside ’til there's only one thing left They feed, it grows I gaze at the unknown Stare into the abyss, the abyss stares also Subtle crawlers spin their webs in the space between my bones Rejection Ageing Failure Poverty Impotence Dying alone Monomania Frankenstein's monster Permanent pariah A crumbling facade that stole the life of its creator Born deformed then spurned There was no evil in the creature All behaviour is learned Take me Cousin of death I do not pray for sleep But to suffer less Graveyard of failure, in daylight at rest But now I hear them clicking in my dark neurotic depths And the whole wide world beneath you Seems a vaunted ugly mess Eaten from the inside ’til there's only one thing left They feed, it grows I gaze at the unknown Stare into the abyss, the abyss stares also Subtle crawlers spin their webs in the space between my bones Rejection Ageing Failure Poverty Impotence Dying alone Obsess, obsess They're squirming in your chest Feeding on the parts that you most fucking detest Gorged and swollen by your inner ugliness But for all your complication, you’re a simple piece of flesh My skin is loose and falling My hair is frayed and dead Like the moulted skin of Gorgon snakes Coiled loose around my head Monomania Obsess, obsess Forever biting teeth of weakness

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Come slowly sober death As sunlight creeping through Earth is a warm and beautiful dream The rest is trying to kill you Everything retreating The void is always eating Robbing us of form, of purpose, of meaning Cosmic sea reclaims the land The holes in my teeth deepen Nothing cast in matter Won't buckle or weaken We think of ourselves as solutions The conclusion to evolution We scuttled in ugly spindle legs Far longer than we've been humans Decay The stoic enforcer Disease The outraged revenge Extinction The constant wash and foam of subtle change Never taking form Never coming to an end Cannibal cosmos, so mechanical That made the only animal that knows that it will die Cannibal, only mind and mineral Permanence is an illusion born from the shortness of our lives Triton, doomed moon of Neptune Dragged backwards to destruction Fate parallel to humans If time has an author We’re its early, single letters The scrawl of an infant maker who will learn to write better Everything retreating Weak and losing meaning Cannibal cosmos, so mechanical That made the only animal that knows that it will die Cannibal, only mind and mineral Permanence is an illusion born from the shortness of our lives No matter how certain, how sure, how strong No matter how certain, how sure, how strong Nothing stops the patient sea and none survive the sun None survive the sun None survive Cannibal cosmos, so mechanical That made the only animal that knows that it will die Cannibal, only mind and mineral Permanence is an illusion born from the shortness of our lives As go cattle So go men As go worlds So go men As go stars So go men Not so distant In the end

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

It was the shallow entertainers that finally became leaders It's the same fucking war that it’s always been Since life appears in time Since cells collided and then divided and crawled out of the slime The skin is smoother, the teeth are flatter Forward facing eyes, larger brain Our cities gleam and our lives are easy But the war remains unchanged Just like the rats that live in men that feed on guiltless need And the love that seeks reward of dominance in hierarchy Hammer of light Hold your enemies tight, you need them The killing blow is just a part of the show Swing the hammer Swing the hammer of light Swing the hammer You will make the world a better place for yourself People look like ants from down here in the spiral that follows death Today's believer is tomorrow’s cynic And the trend is tomorrow’s backlash If we're designed that our limbic wires override the prefrontal cortex Then how the fuck do you make progress? Braindead Life is a boring siege with no obvious enemies Braindead So you make them because your weakness needs identity Hammer of light Hold your enemies tight, you need them The killing blow is just a part of the show Swing the hammer Swing the hammer of light Swing the hammer You will make the world a better place You will make the world a better place for yourself This is how the world ends Not by murder but suicide Not its leaders but its people Modest conquerors Quiet evil Swing the hammer Swing the hammer of light Swing the hammer Futile acolyte Hammer of light Wield your empty might Hammer of light Futile acolyte

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Why did we make it about us? A vain ape spun from stardust That only venerates itself In tales of purpose A desolate speck in the gravity net of an average star that's Burning to death Our pedestal has crumbled Our prominence, a myth The Great Dying The abyss rolls on forever It might not be tomorrow But it won't be never Freezing dark Empty stone And barren fire The simplicity the universe desires The end of the world Is not the end of the world The end of the world Is not the end Of the living things upon it The rest remains in dying orbit No life left to struggle and feel the sunlight wearing thin Entropy always wins Beyond the fury and the sprawl A silent world awaits Everything finally at peace Everything finally in its place Look at the stars And see no sign in the face of nature Distant like the love of god Retreating from his total failure The Great Dying Bursting out from sagging wombs to take uncertain forms Drenched in disorder from the point that it was born Everything given will be returned Nothing less, nothing more The end of the world Is not the end of the world The end of the world Is not the end Of the living things upon it The rest remains in dying orbit No life left to struggle and feel the sunlight wearing thin Entropy always wins The abyss rolls on Dreaming its black dream The abyss rolls on Dreaming its black dream The abyss rolls on forever It might not come tomorrow But it won't be never

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

There is only the frantic sculptor That cannot be satisfied That never sees its work as finished, perfect or divine Masterpieces are dead ends The sculptor would not dare create one Unconcerned with beauty or function Just the work to be done The hands of time Will find and bind you In their rough palms Without intention They will crush and redefine you Perfection is a dead end Nothing grows in its limits The sculptor abhors inertia and vacuum Creator, destroyer, critic To those who plummet through history Death might seem a thief But there's nothing to steal when there's nothing to own But the violent and brief The hands of time Will find and bind you In their rough palms Without intention They will crush and redefine you Of all the old ideas The soul is the last one to go That life is nothing of value is a blinding truth There is no power or purpose that the sculptor does not destroy Cells are left to turn senile They forget how not to decay In old age the sun turns to blood and life drifts away No tyrants demanding tribute No shepherds tending to their flocks No artist that needs us to exalt its creations No wind No rudder No gods They were illusions of the daylight The light of one particular day They were illusions of the daylight The light of one particular day I see the daylight stretching on forever I see the genes that will be saved I am not among them

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Power, contentment The deepest veins of madness Money chases monument Like shivers follow laughter The rictus grip of a skeletal hand The coffin king in the seat of command Why are the corpses making demands? Necrocracy The unending human paradox To live with sin but without god Like Rodion Raskolnikov We always need to be judged The men from the west Fear their transience There is no god For our lives to reflect Light is the head which holds the crown Who else can stand to wear it? Just admit that being human is problematic Like a botfly hatching in a human brain A nucleus of rot Our parasitic past should be excised Before it causes reason to stop Casket cases The human race is Shallow, conceited and death fixated All of our truth is useful delusion Our archetypes escape execution Lovers of death Lovers of death In spite of ourselves we create monoliths Power creates Power creates A vacuum in the wake of its mistakes The men from the west Fear their transience There is no god for our lives to reflect Light is the head which holds the crown Who else can stand to wear it? Just admit that being human is problematic Are monoliths the answer to our weakness? Do they cure our incompleteness? Consensus, a corpse Thick with blood and pus A bloated and distended form that once was us The men from the west Fear their transience There is no god for our lives to reflect Light is the head which holds the crown Who else can stand to wear it? Just admit that being human is terrifying, and problematic

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Why aren't the old screaming? Don't they feel their bodies cheat them? Don't they feel the fickle form of flesh Struggle, trying to leave them? Crowded by death on all sides Why do they expect the future? Why do so few face age with desire With wisdom and purpose, fewer? You will never be young again And you are closer to death than you've ever been You will never feel the tightness make its home between your skin The future never arrives The present only stagnates And the meat goes sour before it expires It’s a human thing, to wait So many unfinished lives That dwindle while the body lingers Drowned in the desert of muscle and sinew Never finding the fingers You will never be young again And you are closer to death than you've ever been You will never feel the tightness make its home between your skin As above So below More behind Less to go My body a bitter seed I hope the earth chokes And sprouts a jagged lifeless tree With a thousand spiders instead of leaves Time makes failures of us all From flesh To bone To rock To dust To nothing “This tired Promethean drama of revolt, defiance and blasphemy goes on forever”

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Instrumental

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Insects are as complex As feeding, sex and conquest Are we really any different? Just with guilt and larger assets The process through which mortals strive To stretch beyond their tiny lives Is equal whether human need Or the buzzing of so many flies Nephila, alien perfection Solve our aimless struggle with simple death No ritual No kindness No guilt No mess Receive their genes Remove their heads To never face rejection To never fear regret To never have to navigate the ugly, cruel politics of sex Propagate the species Sacrifice your head From the jaws of mercy Comes a bloodless death Nephila Repulsion and attraction So distant in abstraction But in the simple spider mind Separate by fractions Embedded in an impulse that would overthrow our selfishness Survival of the genes is the only true success Is it instinct that makes us preserve our lives? Where in the best case we'll grow old enough To see our best friend die Before we to fall into the never after Why linger once you've heard the devil's laughter? To never face rejection To never fear regret To never have to navigate the ugly, cruel politics of sex Propagate the species Sacrifice your head From the jaws of mercy Comes a bloodless death Nephila We used to think that love belonged in the stars A perfect line to god that was distinctly ours We were wrong Beauty has a brutal price It causes you to never abandon your life It never seems enough out of reach Glamour is the death of reason Today or tomorrow Sickness and decay will come to those you love They never face rejection They never fear regret They just make little spiders to escape the tread of death They propagate the species They have no politics You will wish for jaws of mercy You will wish for bloodless death Nephila

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

None Survive The Sun

1 - Oxygen Crisis

2 - Monomania

3 - Cannibal Cosmos

4 - Hammer of Light

5 - The Great Dying

6 - Starmaker

7 - The Patronarch

8 - The Relic

9 - Born Alien

10 - Nephila