1. |
Alae Magicos
04:10
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Swarm of the unconscious
is shifting in time
these unaware
of the void and the woe
the gap is the space
where all the pieces fit
immaculate death invincible is
as into the condemnation do we
as into the blasphemy do we
Inviting the chasm
to our leaky hearts
Now we are the bleeding
Wait, I will stay,
Let my dream live long
inhale the abyss
spread ourselves
like wonders.
illusion kissed me.
low type saint
married me.
Lured me
with green veins,
the golden eyelids.
With mud blackened hands
he broke my spine
and fed the brutes
with my blood.
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2. |
Non-Reconciliation
06:06
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On a rotten throne
Non-reconciliation
move!
you're sitting on my forehead
ruler’s beliefs
of dreams and power
with a scepter of prejudice
Virgo with a face of a beggar
fear her payback
abscess-entity
name it Adam
death abyss is glowing
in the silence too little
floating desert
savagery is growing
to know the wastelands
the howling wolf’s mood
where do we go,
where shall we meet
with a tremble sniffing a promise
to deal forever
with a change
pact of no redemption
contaminate the heaven
insult on his behalf,
the people's filthy hearts
dove of peace
lam of rebirth
Yet headless truth
Pay the homage
and I will devote myself
reward me
with multiple plagues
take the world into your possession,
tame its vastness.
We'll blow out the flaming candles
we will poison the air together.
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3. |
Portentaque
08:36
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Sun burns quickly
But before it slips down
into the Great Cold
we will turn into pale Dust
Then wind will disperse the Dust
over the Halls of the Green Desert
The Camel of the Needle
has swallowed the wind,
stared straight into the void
and defeated the Suicidal Whale.
Somewhere in the middle
was nowhere
You called hell, you care
I don’t
But something’s coming
But something’s going
Maybe not
I do not care
Something is closer
Rotting with every kiss
of piety
Holy Nobody
Born from secret
to Pay the Price
You Need more blood
to fight for Blood
Threatening
spitting to the Fire
Tree of Pain,
Forbidden Mountain
Humble route to the end
With regard to the meat smelling of clouds
As a Guard, in sorrow
In case it’s true
All has been spoken
Word has been broken
I tested you,
vermin, Water and Wine from your side
And then the Silent Eeriness
devouring of Hope of Youth
Counting years by winters that have passed me
Whore Forever
Eudaimonion
All in all
Sun burns quickly
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