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Heatvision
04:12
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Time drifting by like a canyon’s sigh
Years glazing o’er like an old man’s eyes
Circle and circle in the cosmic snare
Omnipresent, but never here
Cosmic ghost
Steer my bones
Deathless verse
Accept this host
Infinitely spiraling; committed
Flash flood of clairvoyancy; unshaken
Prescience astride damnation, bent and stretched in all directions
Inside a vision, have I been a glorious captive?
Have I been a captive?
God's will is nigh and mine succeeds his lust for slaughter
Worship divine, in place of cross, erect my banner
Beyond the dust, where blackness meets omniscient eye
Deify my suffering, lead me to the other side
You are the ghost that steers my fucking bones
Cosmic regeneration
Accept the host upon his throne
Death is mine
I won’t deny you’ll find me willing
To submit to, to commit to, the other side
I submit to
I commit to
I exist to walk the path of myth and fire
Forfeited long ago to Fortune's damned throne
Sweet spell of premonition: free me of this earthly form
Willing vessel
Mind untethered
False creation dancing to another's ire
Permitted no reprieve from this eternal dream
Cruel cult of divination: free me of my deeds
Forfeited to the sand by nature's plotting hands
Sweet spell of premonition: make me more than man
Cosmic ghost
Steer my bones
Deathless verse
Accept this host
Infinitely spiraling; committed
Flash flood of clairvoyancy; unshaken
Prescience astride damnation, bent and stretched in all directions
Inside a vision, have I been a glorious captive?
Though I can see, I cannot prevent
It's coming for us all
Death wins
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Deathbound
04:06
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Infinite?
I could swear this is the end
If it be so
What did you do and what if you saw the dawn?
Can your morals stand their ground, who will you be if it comes around?
Will the chaos reign or can you cast it out?
If it be so
What did you do and what if you saw the dawn?
The end is nigh, no time to waste
Die with regret or sated fantasies?
If I survive, who will I be?
We count on chance and contrivance
Do I roll the dice or die a man?
If I survive, who will I be then?
Hammers in the distance
Prepping for the bloodshed
Counting down the minutes
Locked in embrace or chasing violence
Stars dipping down
Apocalypse
Apocalypse
Infinite?
I could swear this is the end
If it be so
What did you do and what if you saw the dawn?
Can your morals stand their ground, who will you be if it comes around?
Will the chaos reign or can you cast it out?
If it be so
What did you do and what if you saw the dawn?
Apocalypse
Hammers in the distance
Prepping for the bloodshed
Counting down the minutes
Locked in embrace or chasing
Stars dipping
Apocalypse
Apocalypse
Such questions, rarely posed, and rarer still: the honest answer.
Lie to ourselves and those we love, for, the truth, we cannot fathom.
It’s a matter of belief, I think, if we be more than baseless creatures.
Who will you be when you’re dead-end fucking bound?
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Thulcandra
03:39
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Spectral hosts uncounted, voices dancing on the air
A trick of light reveals them, surrounding
How many eyes here have bore witness to every goddamn error I have made?
How many hearts here have been broken by every fucking soul that I've betrayed?
Man
Reach across the stars and spread our woes
God – stand aside
It's just who we are: we build and burn
Education through fear and submission, assimilate into the one
Education to the willing unevolved, termination of resistant unteachables
Obfuscation of dominion for the ones to come, murderers to heroes ever on
We expand to fill the void, march disease from host to host
It's just who we are: we build and burn
These sorry beings must be below us cause they bow to different ghosts
We destroy and then explore
It's just who we are
We expand to fill the void, march disease from host to fucking host
It's who we are
Man
Reach across the stars and spread our woes
God – stand aside
It's just who we are: we build and burn
Man
Reach across the stars and spread our woes
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Purified
03:38
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Unwilling offspring of malignant seeding
Conceding our breath has lost all fucking meaning
All this brood tainted before it was spawned
Cast out of favor before it could run
Feeding on shadows in spite of the sun
All of our children will weep at the dawn
What's dead is won
What's dead is won
I've been sinking further and further with each generation
I've been thinking – fuck, did I say that out loud? I meant I've kept my head down
Eyes to the ground: no sound
Like a dog sicced on the nearest target
Don't question your motivations, our only option is:
DEATH. KILL. BREAK THE SPIRIT.
Don't try to share in the blame
DEATH. KILL. BREAK THE SPIRIT.
The sins of the father shall be visited upon his children
Unwilling
Upon his children
Oblivious
Is there confusion in the eye?
Who gives a fuck
Is there confusion in the eye?
What’s dead is won is lost
Purified
Cast aside
Listless eyes
Fratricide
Purified
Will resigned
Soulless hive
Patricide
Purified
Cleanse us of our sins cause we don't know where to begin
Keep from looking in, find a scapegoat in the has-been
Struggling to breathe in the miasma we've created
Can't be the cause, but we all can't be the victim
Find a scapegoat, bring it to the slaughter
Purify, bleed him on the altar
Death wins
Purified
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Nomad
04:26
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Advancement, like bible, counting the stars to lead us
Forgive or forget us, just mutts to bear the failures
Discover by trial, build; let the dirt admire
Aeons in the mire, we only move by firelight
We only move by firelight
Son, breathe in life
Search every dawn for a promise beyond our lonely skies above
Still yearning for a place to call our own
Is this forever? I'm losing track
How much silence exists inside us?
Is there a distance that's too great to cross?
Finding purpose in all this empty progress
Are we lonely, or is this all there is?
Death wins
Death
We only move
We only move by firelight
We only move
We only move by fire
Son
Make new
Forget
Our sins and begin again
How much silence exists inside us?
How much silence exists inside us?
How much silence exists inside us?
How much silence exists inside us?
Death wins
Will you fall?
Onward
Will you fall?
Onward
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Martyr Market
03:25
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Forever a failure
All we leave behind are our complaints
Always the victim
Never at fault, just a product of our fathers
What's it like waiting to die?
Lashing out to hide the guilt in each sigh
Chip on your shoulder, but no shoulder to cry on
No one left to leech off
A pariah speaks its mind
Midst the barking and hollow cries
Who's a fascist and who's behind?
The afflicted roll the die
Now come the desolate
Rushing to be fed
Now come the desolate
Hanging on to every thread
Sinking into nothingness
Days evermore calamitous
Crooked mass
Now come the desolate
All we want is a fucking handout: someone else to pay for our sins
Forsake our cursed skin
All so scared of looking in
You've said enough, you fucking worm
Is your heart so devoid of basic pride?
You're no martyr, stop pretending you're so hard done by
Shopping 'round for the latest cause to capitalize
Stand up straight and grow a fucking spine
Misplaced wolves, displaced sheep
Collective calamity
Misplaced wolves, displaced fucking sheep (forever)
Casualties of the human comedy (a failure)
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Flowerhead
04:40
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Hive lives
Death’s eye fixed
Grave mind
Send forth your kin, your cruelest kind
Scour the dirt, reach from beyond and ravage the edges we leave unseen
(The mind unwilling to accept)
Walking the line, biding its time with posture so grand in obscenity
(The body forced to comprehend)
Thoughts gripped in terror, eyes wide with horror, limbs taking on a life their own
(The mind unwilling to accept)
We are the hunted, prey to the new regime, craven vermin to feed the whole
(The body forced)
Hive
Snaring, encircling the light
Construct opposing design
Natured corrupted and blind
Focused, permanent ire
Product of failure and pride
Swarming
A god in crawling flesh
Terrible flowerhead
Unknown to known to unknowable
What we could grasp we could never repeat
The void is dead, long live the void
The void is dead, long live the void
A soulless hive
It bides its time
Hive lives
Hive
Snaring, encircling the light
Construct opposing design
Natured corrupted and blind
Focused, permanent ire
Product of failure and pride
Long live the void
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VØID CVLT
04:32
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Silence
Guide us
Void cult
Descending into the everblack
Endless
Un-make us
Void cult
Descending
Fade to black
Planted an idea just to watch it flower into a disease
Cold earth
Save us
Guide us home
Hellbent
We're always yearning
To be made unwhole
Our last steps, we take alone
Have no fear, this close to home
To the mirror we all go, willing
To be made unwhole
Our last steps, we take alone
Withered legs, brittle hands, death wins at every turn
Have no fear, surround to the call
Void cult, hellbent, to the mirror we go
To be made unwhole
Oh, I feel it, crawling closer with each thought
Who'd've thought a seed so shallowly planted would grow so quickly
To encompass all my being
A thousand eyes peering together into the black see nothing
In a nightmare, restless and vexed, each day's worse than the last
With a god that's colder than morning light's empty lie
Emptiness' the only thing we miss
Silence
Guide us
Void cult
Descending into the everblack
Save us
Un-make us
Void cult
There's only madness here-on in
In this: the quiet death
There's always too much time
The loneliness survives us
Fade to black
Hellbent
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