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1. |
Libera Me
05:51
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A kingdom made of birch and tulip
Each stem raised like robed men
Towards the sun they reach in prayer
Tonight they expect answers
I'm reluctant to look straight in the light
God Blessed God Blind are those human eyes
Deep in the water I see darkness dwelling
A deep grave for stars
Whispers of conscience
Dreams paused forever
Wisdom in silence
Sealed and whole
Whispers of conscience
Imprisoned in sleep
Preserved truth
Sealed and Whole
A mob casting stones
Into the abyss
Engraved with my name
Swirling beyond dark surface
Set on a downward sail
A kingdom made of tears and silence
Each wave raised like ritual blades
Towards mortality they reach in wrath
Let's see tonight's harvest
I'm reluctant to look straight in their eyes
Godless, gone blind are those human eyes
Deep in the water we all sail downwards
Whispers of conscience
Lives paused forever
Wisdom in silence
Sealed and whole
Whispers of conscience
Imprisoned in sleep
Preserved truth
Sealed and Whole
There is no great truth
Worth raising ourselves in despair
On thrones made of birch and tulip
We are all just meat to feed the Maggots
Maggots
Maggots
Feed the Maggots
Whispers of conscience
Lives paused forever
Wisdom in silence
Sealed and whole
Whispers of conscience
Imprisoned in sleep
Preserved truth
Sealed and Whole
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-I'm a whisper of conscience
In endless abyss
Engraved with my name-
-Libera Me-
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2. |
Horror Vacui
04:32
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Together as one
A carrion beast and tyrant's fist
to consume the stars with purest joy
and to feed on covenants of creation
I create a masterpiece of horror and ecstasy
My canvas - your hollow smile
The front line expands under mastro's hands
Universe bends to painter's will
The seas run red
The seas run red
Art reigns in sanguine exhumation
He is enthroned to hold life in his hands
Fully free to ignite all pyres
Conciousness reach hellfires
The seas run red
The seas run red
Paint me
A mushroom cloud taller than pride
Horror vacui
I fear an empty canvas
Would rather burn in blaze of majesty
Behold the void
A sea of black in perpetual display
A congregation of eyes to ignite
Horror Vacui
I shan't return to the abyss
I will not be condemned to the dark
Horror Vacui
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3. |
Raise Flame From Ash
02:38
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Come warm turrets of life
Like a necromancer's spell
Ravaging through walls of deception
Burst through concrete-like mould
Through despair reconstruct me whole
Boil my blood
Warm up the void
Boil my blood
Rekindle flame
Boil my blood
Warm up the void
Boil my blood
Resume heartbeat
Rework design
Raise flame from ash
Gather storms
Come warm turrets of life
Like a necromancer's spell
Ravaging through walls of deception
Burst through concrete-like mould
To boil my blood
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4. |
A New Age Of Lycanthropy
04:20
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And so self-proclaimed wolf
Followed a moth into murk
Mere hound cursed with pride
Revolts against habits of dogs
Litter runt running on whim
As if bound to master by leash
Scare all the sheep with fangs
You've dulled by chewing on rocks
Be with the night
Whining at the moon
Be with the forest
Curled up in defeat
Your promised lady of lust
She was written to reside in a fog
For you have the power to end this world
In a great lie
There await... Command
Behave oh great mutt of delusion
You don't want to fall into a leg hold
You would not have the stomach
To bite off your limb
This is the new age of lycanthropy
Wolfpack - A gathering of mongrels
This is the new age of lycanthropy
With dulled girth and broken limbs
This is the new age
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5. |
The Devil's Hand
03:55
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Alive but intimate in death
Like maggots we nest
Nest in dead flesh
Alive but dependant on death
Like red fields we blossom embracing the dead
If it takes death to feed ourselves
This world deserves to die
If it takes death to embrace ourselves
This world deserves to burn
To feed the void
Repulse began to gather
The hyenas surrounding the dead
The hyenas
They feed on void
Repulsively they have gathered
All that's left of the dead
The hyenas
If the heavenly lord
Takes no interest in affairs
On this side of our graves
We will become the devil's hand
If the heavenly lord
Does not grant peace to the dead
On this side of our graves
We will become the devil's hand
Wrapped in silk
Confined in leather
We are the devil's hand
And nothing will change no
For this is our side of the graves
Mockingly we play out the devil's hand
Wrapped in silk
Confined in leather
We are the devil's hand
And nothing will change no
For this is our side of the graves
Mockingly we play out the devil's hand
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6. |
Whispers Of A Husk
03:48
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Still as dead body floating down the river
Whispers of a husk telling tales of triumph
Mute dark raven screaming in silence
Projecting crimson tears from its throat
Behold this cadaver’s rise from death
Broken fingers reaching for the stars
Breaking off chained limbs
This titan will rise on ruin
Scream after scream the sacrifice is made
Flesh and spirit to be re-joined
In the embrace of doom
Face baptised again with blood
Staring into oblivion
Reigning above restless souls
I will be fire
Life and death itself
Still as dead body floating down the river
Whispers of a husk telling tales of triumph
Mute dark raven screaming in silence
Projecting crimson tears from its throat
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7. |
Świt
03:55
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There is beauty in dread
When at war with self
Where disillusion is set
Through the greatest despairs of life
Refused by firmament
Refused by ether
Refused by earth
Refused from under the earth
A blissful state of isolating serenity
Further down the slopes into nothingness
Where the darkest of parasitic shades exercise apocalyptic dance
A zone untouched by any will to exist where no divinity dares to dwell
Further down into emptiness of self
Towards the chamber of no light
Where cataclysmal sunset reigns
It is easier to sleep because with dawn comes a new fall
Świt, I nie dotknę gwiazd
Nie dotknę gwiazd
Nie
Świt, I nie dotknę gwiazd
Nie dotknę gwiazd
Nie
Świt, I apogeum
W nicość
I nie dotknę gwiazd
Świt, I nie dotknę gwiazd
Nie dotknę gwiazd
Nie
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8. |
There Where Is No Time
03:53
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Enthralled by an empty void
Continuous projection of words
At a granite wall
There is an expectation from old sayings
For ears to listen to our every word
Deaf to the preaching, empty space only hungers more
Countless eyes staring into profane white beam of light
Tell me
Do you love your dead lovers embrace?
Does it fill you with unearthly ecstasy and joy?
Tell me
Do you not feel repulsed by an absence of a voice?
Or can the living not tell themselves apart from the dead?
We were
We are
There where is no time
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Bound to claim the night
A festival of death
Titanean spirits are revealed as nought
Danse Macabre unites all
This is the Mass of the dead
Glamourous fools are lingering
To last remnants of self
With no more lunacy to inflict
This is the Mass of the dead
Where glamorous fools are lingering
To last wits of self
With no more lunacy to reveal
It is guilt
That prevents from acknowledging
That we play lead roles
Destined for demise
It is pride
That prevents from acknowledging
That the divine puppeteer
Is the biggest fool
So, dance a broken dance
On floor made of comforting lies
Drink your wine from a broken glass
This is not your last dance, no
You are bound to judgmental
Laughter and fear
After all
Did you not appoint yourself as King?
This is the Mass of the dead
Where glamourous fools are lingering
To last remnants of self
With no more lunacy to inflict
This is the Mass of dead
Where glamorous fools are lingering
To last wits of self
With no more lunacy to reveal
It is guilt
That prevents us from acknowledging
That we play lead roles
Destined for demise
It is pride
That prevents from acknowledging
That the divine puppeteer
Is the biggest fool
Swallow the pill you have made from distant universe
So that you may learn old wisdoms from your own delusions
Conquer those and that what is around but not yourself
Insanity is like a curse set in time like a gem is set in a crown
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-Believe that one day the laughter will fade
And in silence we shall finally witness our joy
Until delirium none of us will witness wisdom
The night is our purpose and so we shall linger-
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