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Conjured to the shores of oblivion where darkness reigns
Apprehend desolation caught in chasms of nothingness
Hearken to neglected ruptures convoked on these shores
You can’t denounce the destruction wrought from your own hands
Feed the flames of ruination
Follow the defiled caverns of pervaded sickness
Feed the flames of damnation
Be the minion to be summoned by our call
Distinguish realities from our wild illusions
Discerning grief through a terrified gaze
Bereft of consciousness as we commence your obligations
Auscultate our will through the lungs of fallen foes
So here, feed on my lies, obey my truth
You shall not lead you must follow me
So hear me out as i order you to slaughter them
Fear your god
Fear me
Extinction caused by failure to interpret our commands
Neglected and discarded
Hebetude and lethargy - a tremendous felony
Omission will lead to your impending death
Heed the call
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Distance! The cold, clear void extends out overhead.
Jewels of eternal flight hang dreaming.
A renewing, ceasing dance.
My vantage, a timeless rock strewn world.
Bathed in the firmament's celestial blue.
Under the canyons, here in the substrate my mind roams the black.
The great solar wind rakes my external bones.
Bearing foreign vibrations I’ve never known.
I ponder these new frequencies. A song of benoised lustful fruits.
It sings to me. Of a thing named flesh. Astonishingly new.
Existing aeons here without a thought of it - my talents all unused.
The cold, the clear void stretches overhead.
My thoughts turn to the ancient engines in the depths.
Do I like Flesh? What is it? I try on flesh.
Uncoiling my new form, the wet membrane sloughs off.
Disembarking.
The gel inside my veins, peaking to a red vibration.
Disembarking.
To seek the origin.
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We won't bow down
We won't bow
We won't bow
Worship the ground you walk on
And not the figures in the sky
Cus behind their disguise after life promises turn to lies
We are better than them, we won't bow to this
We don't need no saviours just don't give life a miss
We don't need no saviours
We don't need no god
Even with a crown of thorns placed on my head
Once my coffin is nailed shut you won't wake me from the dead
We're in too deep
So wake up
We're in too deep
With waking up, living life and going to sleep
We don't need no god
When you pray for hope but the pain don't stop
You don't see how bad it is
When you cease to exist
The war and blood shed
Because of the rules on your list
So please listen to the warning signs
Stop following ancient lies
Oh wake up to life and you will see
It's going to be alright
We don't need no saviours
We don't need no god
Even with a crown of thorns on my head
I won't be waken when I'm dead
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Until we find the light
Which on our path does shine
I'll fight the world to keep what's mine
I'll fight to keep what's mine
Lower your head
Break down the walls
There's nothing left to keep you here
Enter the Muse of what sends me on my way
The torment of the undiscovered
And the timeless fear of failure
And the promise of endless torture should we fall
Use this to light a fire
This will be an entrance worthy of the books
Triumph
Enter the Muse of what sends me on my way
The torment of the undiscovered
And the timeless fear of failure
And the promise of endless torture should we fall
Wind in the wings
That lifts me up above
So many things
That bring me right back down
Wind in the wings
That lifts me up above
So many things
That bring me right back to the ground
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Azurah - Barokad
05:42
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And so it was
As wished by the Dusk and the Dawn
Cast aside, left to die
Abandoned on foreign ground
A weight on his shoulders
As nothing will ever be the same
King of sand
Named by heads of the tribes four
King of sand
Pronounced by the houses three
Through blight
under ever-shining stars
of night
To be free of destiny
And so it was
as wished by the dusk and the dawn
To no longer bear
the burden of prophecy
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Tearing herself open
And plucking the black heart from her chest
Dangling it like a medalion
She called me to the marshlands
We explored carelessly
Distant my lover stayed
Leading me deep into muck
Stuck in the mud
The dead look in her eyes
Reborn with intent
She recalled her death
The torment she endured
The pleas I ignored
The torment I'll endure
The pleas she ignores
Haunting glow from her eyes
A spirit of revenge
Purging this monster
Of his sins
"I will haunt these lands
Cleansing it of the demons within"
The banshee wail of her voice
Blood flowed from every orafice
My last glimpse
Of her true form
Behold the harbinger
A goddess housed in flesh
To walk the earth
Collecting tainted souls
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somehow i hate him more every single fucking day
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Septik Piggery - FLESH
04:14
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Asymptomatic - No Choice
04:03
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Drezik - Left for Dead
04:15
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