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V​Ø​ID CVLT

from Death Wins by Our Last Crusade

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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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from Death Wins, released January 20, 2023

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