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Blue Roses
03:39
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Psychic Horrors masquerading behind masks of flesh
A gaunt and sickly frame amid a stench of death
With disjointed cadence they speak and yet still draw truth
Those that cross their path left fractured, dazed and confused
All that we see is not what it seems
Donning many names, bastard children of our thoughts
Creatures spawned of strangeness, ghouls from mind's horrors wrought
High emotion, sustenance upon which they feed:
ripped from tortured minds, the same in which they are conceived!
Interlopers - vampiric phantoms
Spawning in proximity to otherworldly phenomena
All that we see is not what it seems
Thine eyes do deceive
Interlopers
Phantom horrors that are borne of the mind
A blue rose cannot grow in nature, yet they still exist
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Dead Gods
03:55
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Writhing, contorting
Just under the surface, just out of reach
In this vast undercurrent beneath reality
There it rots, malignant source
Watching from the other side of the mirror
Yet I feel their pull
Evil that is not of this world
In dreams of death and silent screams
I feel the things which remain unseen
This blackened realm where chaos sings
In this hell where dead gods are king
Trapped inside our collective mind lies this abysmal truth
Here reside the icons of evil
The source of all pain
The horrific truth of this negative plane
Forever they watch, knowing what awaits
The shifts between worlds shall dictate their escape
Ever watching, ever present
Seeking to enslave
The dead gods long to consume us all
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Incendiary
03:27
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I've tried to keep
That which I held sacred
‘til it burned the flesh off my fucking hands
This passion transformed to ire
Consuming my thoughts
Driven by violent obsession
Shook to the core of my spirit
Reborn in vengeance
A lesson now transcribed in blood
No rhyme, No reason
But now I get the fucking gist
The revenge and the rage that drove me to do it...
What a fucking gift
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Inclined To Shadows
06:11
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Gather ye wicked
And raise thine cups
Tonight we'll toast to the end
Unhallowed legions
The final dusk draws near
Tonight we'll call upon the end
So we'll bring forth the rapture
Eternal eclipse and armageddon
Children of the goat cast out into the night
Nocturnal dominance is our promise
With these words carved in dead flesh
We invoke...
Blackest incantations and necromantic rituals
As we gorge ourselves on blood
Raise up the dead
To extinguish all light
Call forth the shadows
Malign the laws that govern this plane
And in our wake the sun shall cease to rise
We'll dance among the dead in our madness
This inferno shall rage as we carve our hateful path
Of karmatic retribution towards their doctrine
Inclined to shadows and so I'll always be
One with the darkness that flows within me
The left hand path laid before me
So it shall always be as it always was
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