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Herald of Abyssos
06:35
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Drenched with fire and oil, to lit the flesh
Burnt beyond the bone...
Cut, drained and mauled, the unsuspecting
Drifting to the unknown.
The eternal hateful dead
Wailing from his nameless grave,
Incantation upon the lands
(Soothsaying dreams of death)
Death, defiled, dread and faith.
The hypnotic sight of her,
Thrown down the water well
Never ending cycle begins
(Lighting the further with pain)
Pain, defiled, dread and faith.
The malediction in this body,
Dominates the minds to kill
Piece by piece, each crawling away
The need for glances, the need for suffering.
I felt like an ocean, boundless and immerse,
Suspended in white cliffs, thriving away
This flesh still holds the will to curse,
Atomic gathering, imbued with obsession.
Broken skies, thunderous lights,
Conductor, fell upon!
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Unholy
04:21
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The dreading of life, it needs a veil,
From my hate to this world I must prevail
I shall embrace this sight, with these brand new eyes.
"Now, find yourself!" You said to me,
But I was lost, now I wear the veil.
Stranded, inside my cage (My will is the law)
Screaming, out of my mind (Redeem me from my sight).
I see it in you, and I see it in me,
A loathsome feeling of who I am (and who I'm supposed to be)
I shall see beyond the smokescreen.
"Now, find yourself!" You said to me,
But I'm not lost, I never left.
Stranded, inside my head (My will is the law)
Screaming, out of my mind (Release me from my sight)
"Now, find yourself!" You said to me,
But I'm not lost, I never left.
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Goliath
05:28
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Buried in nothingness, slept away
Into endless nights
Blinding, striking might.
Burning skin, dripping from myself,
Aches and itches, the arrow keeps from moving still.
Flames emanating from my shivering fingers,
Sadistic giant, dragging depths with treachery.
Buried in nothingness, slept away
Into endless nights
Blinding, striking might.
Ophidian tormentor, a shadow creeps
Devoted to only pain, lurking beneath the soil.
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4. |
The Crimson Penitence
04:26
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Crimson torrents
Drowning,
Turning, spiraling
To naught.
Penitence
Dark flames upon,
Devoid of all
My throne fades.
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5. |
Goddes of the Hunt
03:49
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Past the haunted shipwrecks,
Snow-covered temples ahead
Torn and through, in eerie terrain.
A wren flies, looming above.
Longing and loathing,
Roaming then bloating,
For those who surrender
Forever lingered to her.
Primitive island
Acerbic potions
Painless existence
No such thing.
Flickering skies, all gone now.
A lingering presence,
Out of luck, cannot hide more
Throat-grip, for her no escape
Menhirs intertwined with lies.
Everything, worthless to him,
All of things she has foreseen.
Primitive Island,
Oak Seer,
Painless existence,
Flesh is pain!
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Witches' Gallows
03:36
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Hang the witch, before she burns.
Let her suffer in remembrance,
Before into ashes she turns.
Remember her magic, remember her love,
Remember the tragic, and also the cold.
Don't let her die before she knows,
Her path was righteous, but mostly cursed.
Hang the witch, before she burns,
And kiss the wind, as into ashes she turns.
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7. |
Bloodrage
05:17
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My eyes feel like closing
My body suddenly starts convulsing,
The end of me.
This shell of a soul long gone,
Seeks to grasp for some hope;
Breathing suddenly takes an effort to feel.
Soulless carcass speaks,
Of pure evil he stinks,
What was once a man,
Now in devilish lands.
The devil's freak, of booze he reeks
Moon rises dark, bottled flesh
Into delusion, so much confusion.
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Molten Earth
09:30
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Stranded,
Between perfect insanity,
And meaningless reality
Formless shadows haunt
My cognitive vision.
Adrift,
Amongst nothingness,
And soothing noise
That appear to be as shallow and vague,
As the clash of the fondest presence,
Against an emotionless carcass.
Staring into the void.
To destroy whilst still not fully developed,
This romance with the impossible, and the unknown.
Of what's been forgotten and not yet shown.
I, now wake from my slumber,
Ripped from pride and scarred of wasting time.
Escaping through the gallows of my wicked mind.
In earthly thirst for discovery,
The eerie thunder of decay
Strucks the ground, and through this molten earth,
Life sows back again.
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Fuzz Worshiping Doom from Costa Rica.
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