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Malediction Eclipse
03:43
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Upon Thy Mortal Throne
07:41
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Upon Thy Mortal Throne
The poison burned like fire… fiercer than the furnace and the flames
…but thy art is pure, thy soul is pure
Pure is thy soul amongst the gods... let not be shut in thy soul
Let be opened the way for thy soul and thy shadow, may it see a great god
Thou comest forth to thy mother, and she strengthened thy arm
She maketh a way for thee through the sky, to the place where god abides
The opening of the gates of the sky… opened the doors of the celestial deep
Thou hast found god and he watcheth over thee
The shining one who dwelleth… in the darkness
The divine form that dances… in the dirt
I speaketh to thee, I converse with thee
Come onto thee, bowing down even to the ground
The opening of the gates of the sky… opened the doors of the celestial deep
Taken by thy hand, let into the two regions of heaven
The shining one who dwelleth… in the darkness
The divine form that dances… in the dirt
…by his feet, by the reason of the writing which thou hast
In the region of the sea
… of thy body …and thy flesh …and thy bones
Passage of thy passage is thus!
Pass forth the bread of eternity... pass forth the drink of everlasting
Satan is in heaven, in the form of air
He is firmly established in heaven
…and he taketh his pure seat, in the bows of the bark of god
The heavens drop water, the stars will throb
Deathly bones will tremble, but thy soul shall not
His mother knoweth not his name, and thy gifts are in heaven
Stronger than thy father, now I look upon thy throne
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Crimson Sanctorum
05:23
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Crimson Sanctorum
Control! …A delusion which gives hope to man
Power! …A mask for pride and greed and envy
Control… the ultimate delusion, inevitable be thy fate!
Power… never reaching conclusion, lands have been laid to waste!
Existence… without purpose… the greatest defiance of morality
Embrace the tempting of this flesh
A virus, a plague… in bodies will bathe
Dreams of never ending lycantrophic visions
Jewels are now searing through septic flesh
Clandestine ways of the plague that's at rest
Scarlet visions… crimson sanctorum
Fugitive elements of an explored mysticism
Beyond what lays beneath swell human skin
Seek the soul, inspect it, tempt it, instruct it
Its cultivation… his duty… it must be monstrous
He who makes a beast of himself…
Rids himself of the burdens of being a man...
Beasts of burden… crawling on your knees in the circle of life
He who makes a beast of himself…
Rids himself of the pains of being a man…
Beasts of burden… spinning through the cycle of death
Be rid of thy need for morality…
...its humility will only be perceived in their deaths
Instincts of abnormal and perverted lusts…
...for rules are man's despair
He who makes a beast of himself…
Rids himself of the burdens of being a man...
Beasts of burden…
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The Hermit
07:09
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The Hermit
…Grains… of… sanity…
The Hermit… he stays… pure in his mind
Loathe for all, and oneself
Alone, he lives, in shadows
Over encompassing pain… he takes all burden upon himself
In observance he acts too hasty… and furthers to learn
The end… is nothing, compared to the ages of thought
…and witness to the times
Vilest purities is the foundation of all…
…and he, scorned from light… will walk a path with raining curses
Visions of her will black out the sun
Broken in the abyss… the flame that breathes is no longer
What can time, truly provide…
…can it offer me, something worthy?
I am bestowed with punishment …and to who do I fucking owe?
I am the regret, I am the disappointment
On a silver platter, weighed… my heart, my soul and my loathing for this world
I will bestow your punishments …and to me… you will owe
For all that you do is unworthy… and all I have left is my heart, my soul and my loathing for this world
Ignoring the existence of time… yet surroundings are ever changing
The vile metamorphosis wears him down… a change, forced
Whilst he still rejecting
Neither the world, nor he, refuses to lose… to this uphill battle
For when, will my questions be answered? Shall I have to tie this noose?
Damn you, Cursed sun! I am the tainted one! First of the last-born son!
The rights to a life, therefore accepted
There is no strength, without control
Grasped in my hands, vice-like grip
Scabbed knuckles whitening… hesitant of release
To have vice and temptation… ever absent these simple grains of sanity
In constant paranoia, I dwell… all too slowly I feel it slipping away
All too slowly… I feel it slipping away
Lack of grace, lack of salvation… spite for every breath
As I loosen my grip… all too slowly, I think I’m slipping away
All too slowly… I think I’m slipping away
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Spectral Monarchy
06:36
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Spectral Monarchy
I prance on your grave… and I dance on your cremation
Your death teases my laughter… the irony. Molten irony
Blood seeps into the soil… ashes stain the bloodline
Aristocracy reeks of shit… and lies of mutiny
Leaking like a drip on your head… this torment is like none to suffer
Your throat gargles with blood… blood of the innocence... of the purity
Trenches in the ground make way for returns
Ravens quench their thirst in bloodthirsty rats
Infectus vena ov progenies… oculus ov nex vigilo sulum permoveo
Pick… peel… pry… open… the cyst of the monarchy
Tear… bleed… sweat… the fabric of reality
Peons leaking blood onto the altar
Dying for a cause with their slit wrists
Screams of torment within the walls
This starts now, this contradiction… this ends now
The echoes of your demise
None shall hear... this but thyself
Whisper in ears... one's false pretenses
Blackened roots have grown... deep into thee
Branched and oozed... be done unto thee
Seeds you have sown… now comes for thee
I pound on your face… and I countdown your days
Your life ceases my laughter… the irony. Molten irony
Blood is already the soil… ashes are the bloodline
Aristocracy still reeks of shit… and lies of mutiny
Pick… peel… pry… open… the cyst of the monarchy
Tear… bleed… sweat… the fabric of reality
Hurrah, hurrah... Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
O joyous duke… highness… honour… sir
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Dimension Shift
00:58
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Cacophony of the Insane
05:52
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Cerebral Continuum
07:15
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Cerebral Continuum
Abysmal Chaos... from the blackened depths
Severing spine, to disturbia I can taste
In the cortex of the mind… I await...
Guardian of the kinetic cage, never will rest, until there's death
Screams carry nowhere, I am unspoken!
Venture too far and reach thy bloody grasps
Cold harsh fear, injected into thy veins
In the Mountains of Madness, consciousness distorting
Broken wings... they fail me once again.
From the stars, I have fallen
Drowned in blight, a whisper in the darkness...
This vessel… doomed for the rest of time in the minds prison
Oblivion… pray to awake from aeons of slumber
Cerebral cataclysm, delve into the deep
Subconscious manifestations, the beginning of decay
Vengeful from forced emancipation... questions unanswered have been lost
Granted eternal life in death's slumber
Drift into the blackness of the bottomless realms
Lost in a dark reality, occupied in hollow and empty shells
Bear witness as a silent hand draws the shortest straw
Your first, last and never ending gift
Powerless… doomed for the rest of time, in the mind's prison...
The consciousness… of unconsciousness… of the minds eye
…and death will be thy ultimate gift
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Shade
05:18
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Shade
…and thus we had fully recognized the incentives of his words
Authenticity of that which cannot be seen, even light needs darkness
Of cruelest parodies… imitations be laid, placed forth & spread
Take thee holiest innocence, deflowered by thy blackened seed
…and even in the sun, exists the shade
Everyday contemplate thy mortal blindness
…to hide your eyes from the blistering sun
…but in the darkness, they are wide open
Of many fortunes that can be bought, only a parts of seventh games
Partake in the songs thoust hath placed before thee
…so simple to play, so easy to lose
My eyes are opened, occupied with a lack of soul
The sun doth shine over thy fragile skin
Dizygotic twins that impair
Revelations of despair
Locked and buried in its infinity, the consciousness of sleep
The dripping of sand, the smear of everlasting… our creations turn to dust
Bleeding the blackness of light
Your creations will turn to dust
Thy blindness is covered in shade... for they lie, thy eyes
Thy sight is covered in drapes... for it lies, thy eyes
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Of Frail Entanglements
Infinitely frail bodies... yank on the strings and dangle out of reality
Split your legs and flay your arms as you dance to the dance of the performers
...for you are about to be pulled into this nightmare
The dance of the performers
Dance the dance of the believers as desires seep onto the surface
Suddenly stabbed in the dark, drained of the roots of life
You wade in a pond of your own perversions... saturated in your sick and slime and filth
Infinitely frail bodies! Pull your strings together
Entangled in chaos... and twist them to contortions
Screens of your past and... the tortures you led
Reincarnate... in what your created realms behold
Blame the crowded stages... you have created
Drown in the floods you have unleashed, fables will crawl
Pillars will crush you and this monument will fall
Have you woken from the dreams?
People you thought you controlled, are nothing but figments
Feed your brain to the slaves; feed your heart to the whores
Drown in the floods you have unleashed, fables will crawl
Pillars will crush you and this monument will fall
Your strings are now coated
In shards of shards of a mirror
Your reflection reveals bitter taste
Will you cut your own strings?
...or give into utmost desire?
Bathe in what makes you whole
...as death floats onto the surface
Plagued the earth for centuries
Martyrs now become fodder
...its more than decay, your strings pulled under
Your performers through death and wonder
A love to hate, now becomes fonder
...its more than decay, your strings pulled under
Your performers through death and wonder
Dance the dance of the believers
Bathe in what makes you whole
...as death floats onto the surface
Plagued the earth for centuries
...its more than decay, your strings pulled under
Your performers through death and wonder
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11:11
02:01
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