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A Cycle Unending
05:50
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The thunderous sound
Of all
Existence
Crashing to a halt
The longer you gaze behind
The closer it creeps
The flesh is finite
Beyond time
The throne must sit vacant
Else no one could be crowned
Writhing mass
Of
Sentience
Lurches in all directions
Seeking that which occupies
The mantle of majesty
In an unreachable place
None can crown themselves
Abstract thought achieves abstract form
In a place where form can only exist as abstract concept
And time strangles the mind out of places it does not belong
Deadlines keep the masses moving
Discarded beings form…
Discarded beings form the mountain on which it climbs
The Flesh is Finite
The decay is not there to be seen but the cyclical climb
Leads foolishly to unbecoming
The more waste the more decay.
Rotting
The sky grows no closer
The infinite expanse
Too dark to see
The goings on of beings such as me
The plight
Duty calls unending
Longing for the end
Of all things
My Cycle Continues…
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2. |
Abyssal Woe
04:21
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Gods
Forced to wallow
In their own abyssal torment
Each forgotten
And left clutching to power in vain
For nothing escapes
The all-encompassing
Void of the
Timelessness
That comes with being forgotten
And cast aside
The monotheist
Continues to strike down equally primordial forces
Swallowing the followers as it passes
Power belongs to those who take
Take back your sovereignty
Buried in tombs of celestial proportions
Writhing
Churning
Breaking free
Old gods can’t arise with new fury
Buried in tombs of celestial
Proportions
I know what it means to worship at the shrine of suffering
I have looked into the eyes of the damned
As they wait in line
To cross the river
Bathed in blood
Not to suffer
The same fate as those that came before
Old gods suffer
Waiting
In abyssal torment
Swallowed alive
By the void
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3. |
Iced Over Ash
05:37
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Snow falls
From above
Like the ashes
Of a heaven razed to
Extinction
Burying the world in a reminder of
The angel’s sorrow
iced over ashes
Suffocating
Breathing cold remnants
Of immolation
Freezing
Screams
In
The throats of
The Damned
Limbs
Growing cold
Visions of grandeur blur
Into tears
Staining woebegone cheeks
Tracing patterns over that
Which no longer feels
Blue eyes
Stare into blank skies
An age of fire
Has come
To an end
The spark is spent
The brisk wind
blows from the north
Yet the chill of life
Has left
Its spark is spent
Blue eyes
Stare into blank skies
It’s always bittersweet
To die with strength is to die with pride
An age of fire
Has come to a close
Visions
Of grandeur
Blur into tears
Staining
Woebegone cheeks
Tracing
Patterns over the unfeeling
Its spark is spent
The chill sets in
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These bones are not old
Yet still weary
They have carried
A weight
They no longer
Wish
To
Bear
Wasting away
As sickness
Gnaws at the parts
Once
Loved
A soul crushed
With not enough
To rebuild
Will time heal the wounds
On its own or will it consume them
All
The same
Will darkness find them
Or will it turn out
The light
Death circles
Above like vultures
Waiting
For me to give in
Let the weight
Finish
Killing me
It laughs in familiar tones
Yet they feel so foreign
I want to laugh with them
But nothing stirs my soul
Wrapped
In sadness
Constricting like a snake
I can’t
Break
Free
The mass delirium dooms
Tombs skewer the vision
Prey life
Dreams warp quickly
Into nightmares
A wraith draped
In tattered robes
Hangs near by but
Watching struggles
Again
The good in me
Has been
Replaced by
Death
The hope in me
Has been
Replaced by
Fear
Death and fear chew at
the edges of my being
The woods are still deep
the nights are always dark
But I can move again
The end
Is nearer
I feel
The snows
Will soon arrive
Reach out
Fleeting visions
Haunt
My dreams
And I am free
Rest these bones
Reinvigorate
THE SOUL
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5. |
Wickedness In Purity
05:28
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Infernal whispers
Grow ever more sinister
As black tongues flicker
Beneath rotted teeth
As sanity slips
What monstrous deeds
Have been done
Destructive seeds sown
Wicked words spoke
What hope is there for this soul
Fragmented pieces
Of a tattered mind weave together
Faded memories of a vile crime
What little I can conceive
Sickens yet
Still excites me
Tortured
Flesh
Peeled from the mortal form of an evil soul
Purity in suffering.
Radiant lies blind the people
Guiding them to ruin beneath the steeple
There is purity in suffering
Inexorable
Unrelenting
Withered wandering remains
Of memories
Begin to fade
The reason for their journey begins to slip away
This wicked soul is purely mine to keep
Mine to reap
Tortured flesh
Sickens yet excites
Is it dead?
Beyond time
I will pry a confession out of you
Bleeding
Beaten
Destructive seeds have been sown
Monstrous deeds have been done
Wicked words have gone unpunished
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To dread the end is to miss the point of the present.
To dread the end is to rob oneself of true purpose.
To dread the end is to grant power to the non-existent.
To dread the end is in the end a dreadful waste of time. A dreadful waste of time.
I will cross the river
Sticks and stones may break my
Bones and Flesh torn limb from
Limb of the ancient oak tree creaks and
Groans of the sick and
Dying just for a taste of
Blood sacrifice and tear out the
Heart yearns for the Caress of
Her voice lost to
The heart yearns for the caress of her voice lost to time as it stops for no one gets out alive or at least just breathing in the smoke.
Stubborn coals refuse to die without a proper fight. Smoldering they lie in wait for kindling to reignite a defiant blaze. Arrogant tongues lash against the endless darkeness. The crown rests upon an undeserving head.
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7. |
Timeless Menace
05:12
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Time stretches out like a thread waiting to be plucked.
Vibrating it plays a harmony to the dance of life and death
Each note a beginning of another era.
Melody reverberates through the nothingness a song for no one in particular.
Sleeping god dreams through the eyes of mortal souls. You can let the darkness find you or you can turn out the light.
Howl into oblivion waiting for the gods to change your wretched fate.
The mists hang heavy and dense
With a menace obscuring vision to the tops of mighty spires. What ill looks down upon us veiled in malevolence. What wicked things lie beyond the shroud.
The architecture bleeds a phosphorescent shade of inherent hate. A phosphorescent shade of inherent hate.
I am the darkness. I turn out the light.
The hollow gaze lies in each other’s eyes. The windows to the soul reveal they’re not your own.
Beyond time there lies only me. Beyond life lies only death beyond you lies only me. The hollow gaze of death lies in each other’s eyes. They the windows to the soul reveal its not your own.
Howl into oblivion waiting for those that can’t hear you to change your wretched fate.
Beyond you lies only me. Beyond life lies only death.
My cycle continues.
From the end I gaze, beyond seeing all things.
Reaping that which must die.
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