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Lamenting Hymns
03:29
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Born in the burden of flesh
Blood in the sky and under breast
Such wasted life for abominations of false light
Measly insects squander wretched things
Hopeless and without purpose
Pliable minds
Imprisoned by time
Creations in your image
But corrupted by mine
Hate, doubt, hypocrisy
Weak minds, spirit's self entropy
Hate, doubt, hypocrisy
Weak minds, spirits imprisoning me
Signs of the future reaching to the past
Children of false prophets
Infecting the seekers of change
For a new world absent from proclaimed divine
Signs of the future reaching to the past
Children of false prophets
Infecting the seekers of change
For a new world absent from the construct of time
Trapped in the burden of flesh
I seek redemption in red
Carving a bloody swath
One day true adversity will come to reclaim this world
Trapped in the burden of flesh
I seek redemption in red
Carving a bloody swath
One day you will know true pain
Wailing lamenting hymns
Rip apart this burden of flesh
Hear the lamenting hymns
Rip apart and carve the rest
Hear the disconnected chords when all goes dark
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Matriarch
02:59
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Bend to the will
Matron of the night
Chosen to bear the weight of every broken rib inside
Slender and pale
Devoid of all light
Devour my flesh
Your god-forsaken right
Soft voices echo in the dark
Resonance of ancient shade
Reincarnate in the host I lay
Granting a gift of vast pleasure and pain
Embracing me between her legs
Cradle my head
Holding me tight, venomous hands caress
Forsaken to die
Beneath the tree whispers tales lost in time
(Lost in time)
Heat rising
Long pillars collapse
The hidden temple desecrated in my design
Matured skin reflects the night
Deep inside, colliding vile appetites
Teeth imbedded in my skin
Daughter of the void, but mother to all
My mistress to defile
Show me more
Oh Matriarch
Will you bear the infinite horde of my seed
Desecrate me in your design
Receive my lineage of forsaken tyrants and kings
let their remains spill back unto me
Oh Matriarch
I conjure thee, the matron of death and deceit
Slaughter my unborn in your unholy womb
Devour them into eternity
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Noose
03:24
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I don't feel much for anything
But the sweet suffering in your eyes
I can't breathe
Threads are gripping tighter around my neck
Skin breaks as the noose hugs me closer
The only way we can rest
You ty to help
You try to end
But keep coming back as my vice
Twisting the meaning of the self
Staring back, so many fractured eyes
Gripping
It's gripping me so tight
It's strangling me
There is no hope left
Holding
Holding on to something dead in the air
(Still tasting) the suffering running down your face
Gripping
It's gripping me so tight
It's strangling me
My only
My only vice is the misery
(That streams down) your pale face and around your fucking neck
The one redemption is the noose around your throat
As the noose starts to asphyxiate
A grin is etching on my face
The clamor of all brings me infinite bliss
Suspending in limbo
Embrace the abyss
My only vice is the misery streaming down your face
My only vice is the misery
And all the fucking fractured eyes staring back at me
My only vice is the gripping noose of misery
And all the fractured eyes staring back at me
Staring back at me
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Seed of Misery
02:42
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The time has come
To tear open the hidden vale
To let the bastions of revolution take hold
Obliterate this infectious hive
Totalitarian control
Planting the seed of destruction
All are mere shadows in its wake
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Dissolution
Make all die for their cause today
Time has come
To tear open the hidden vale
To let the bastions of revolutions take hold
Obliterate this infectious hive
Totalitarian control
Cut out their fucking eyes
Cut out their tongues
Let their insides be touched
By the warmth of the sun
Show them their meaningless words
Before eviscerating their minds
May their rotting corpses and rivers of blood nourish the soil of the new world to come
May their rotting corpses and rivers of blood nourish the soil of the new world to come
As we seek the vast night
May their rotting corpses and rivers of blood nourish the soil of the new world to come
As we seek the vast night
Beyond the stars
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Whispers of the Serpent
03:26
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Far beyond the reach of my mind
Lays the one who traverses, walking none
Winding etched paths
Opening neural pathways to the hatred of mankind
Waiting as the forefather of the darkness
Hissing inside
Suspending a moment in time
The cold surface constricts ever so tight in the night
Eyes wide shut, unable to move
Paralyzing our sleep
Indiscriminate
Just hunger and lungs
I try to stop by tasting the end of my gun
But I can't stop now
For there is work to be done
Saving them from this worthless life
The sudden chill of the night
Wakes the surface of the skin
The hair rises before the absence of anything you've once recognized
And now I bear the true light
I bear the vision the slithered from time
Crushing the air
Devoured, none spared
Serving its purpose for all to despair
Beckoning whispers of lament and eternal shade
There is only one way I know to keep
The whispers of the serpent at bay
(I can hear it say)
When I end the light in their waning eyes
There is no pleasure
Simply the relief in peace of mind
This entity that resides is a mistake of nature
And I know that I must be destroyed
When I end the light in their waning eyes
There is no pleasure
Simply the relief in peace of mind
This entity that resides is a mistake of nature
And I know that I must be destroyed
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