1. |
Lurking in the Wings
02:52
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As the door shatters when you touch its hand,
fearful wind slips through the unending rift.
Hinting its purpose, now fallen from lies
enslaved to mysteries kiss.
Beneath this obstruction lies immortal night
where you hide lurking in unending bliss.
A rose in gardens once ceased to be
whose thorn will bludgeon my fear.
As the door shatters its pieces will form
the soul lost lock on a soul lusting church.
Behind its shield and armor we hear
resent repeat its name
as regret repeats again.
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2. |
Bloodied Scripture
02:34
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Tuneless existence
the choir will fall
we stretch for the answers
as it all rips apart
this world is a memory
altered by hope
individual creation
dangling by a rope
and as I am savage
I swallow her soul
world set ablaze
by heavy hands of fire
and as you are hope
a statue of reason
clarity arises
from the ash at my feet.
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3. |
Where Spirits Get Eaten
03:02
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If time was an answer, then time wouldn't slay
the beauty of godless Earth to decay.
Rat by the neck, still spreading it's seed
a plague of despair and breeding disease.
This blooming disaster that pains us to breathe
where spirits get eaten by seeding belief
an infinite snowfall shadows our needs
slow winter death bring softly to me
In these dark winter days, we've lost our way.
These dark winter nights, where pain never fades.
Beneath all the damming worship you sing
rats carry blood on their sharp, grinning teeth.
We look to the sun but in sewers they crawl,
tongues stretching out to devour us all.
In these dark winter days, we've lost our way
These dark winter nights, where pain never fades.
In these dark winter days, we've lost our way
These dark winter nights, where pain never fades.
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4. |
This Hope Has Fallen
02:50
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Hanging it's rose on the crown of my will,
diseased by it's kingdom, in need of its kill.
Desire will fade like the shimmer of metal
effortlessly pulled
like little rose petals.
Ash trickles down to the garden below.
Only to lust for what once it was.
Ash trickles down, onto my rose
Suffocating it's love
until the wind blows.
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5. |
Arrows of Madness
03:06
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I've been struck again
by the arrows of madness;
reminding me to drink
until love pours from my tears
but we hope and we bother, once again.
My eyes have turned to glass,
Neither seeing nor revealing.
The veil of smoke is cast,
scrying demon appearing
and my wounds are healed, once again.
I've felt the storm of men
pouring rain of anger.
They want to live again
under a new savior
but they praise his name, once again.
Soul is lost to envy,
soul is lost to greed,
and i've run out of places,
of places to be
but i'll wait and i'll fall once again.
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6. |
Ride Into Immortal Night
05:53
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As the door shatters when you touch its hand,
fearful wind slips through the unending rift.
Hinting its purpose, now fallen from lies
enslaved to mysteries kiss.
Beneath this obstruction lies immortal night
where you hide lurking in unending bliss.
A rose in gardens once ceased to be
whose thorn will bludgeon my fear.
As the door shatters its pieces will form
the soul lost lock on a soul lusting church.
Behind its shield and armor we hear
resent repeat its name
as regret repeats again.
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