1. |
Espirit De Corps
05:29
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What blooms in the dark
Flourish with me
What shudders in light
Let us see
They toll the bell
Such sorrowful spells
All contrived
In these tumultuous times
They clutch their pride like pearls
Those only faithful to war
Dis empathy and its teeming shores
Clouds above their fearful eyes
Fragile virility
Lingering
They toll the bell
Such sorrowful spells
All contrived
In these tumultuous times
But alas, the scythe
I offer you my tithe
They clutch their pride like pearls
Those only faithful to war
Dis empathy and its teeming shores
Clouds above their fearful eyes
Fragile virility
Lingering
Esprit de corps
I can wallow if you wish
I can bask in the waste, the past, and the piss
We're barely beyond the marrow
Do you recall the flesh
They clutch their pride like pearls
Those only faithful to war
Dis empathy and its teeming shores
Clouds above their fearful eyes
Fragile virility
Lingering
Esprit de corps
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2. |
Dawnless
05:03
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Woe is me, my precious empathy unbound
My place of grievance - never to be found
Quivering earth, tempering cry
Nature awry
Red rivers run rampant, soon dry
To lament, to nurture, but why?
the sulfur and hesitant spark
illumination, sparse this dark
it often steals my breath
they say she's fallen to madness
I know madness best
We'll cast its presence in stone
Such countenance calls for a wondrous hand
my molded misery
my velvet wrapped
What benign benevolence!
Starve them of your voice and touch
Adorers of ashes past
A wilting eloquence
Like the camphor in their masks
A sip of ether to ease the mind
I can't quite recall
the pale host I once enshrined
Now by shadows defined
to ever think I once dreaded the arms of night"
Cradle me, oh sweet blasphemy
Often knelt at these fabled gates, curse these
Dawnless Days of vile peasantry
We'll cast its presence in stone
Such countenance calls for a wondrous hand
my molded misery
my velvet wrapped
In disgraceful stride,
I've seen them flee,
I've seen them break shackles of verity
When yet they swore
These boar
Cradle me, oh sweet blasphemy
Often knelt at these fabled gates, curse these
Dawnless Days of vile peasantry
We'll cast its presence in stone
Such countenance calls for a wondrous hand
my molded misery
my velvet wrapped
A sip of ether to ease the mind
I can't quite recall
the pale host whom I once enshrined
Now by shadows defined
to ever think I once dreaded the arms of night
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3. |
Spineless Throne
05:04
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Night
So many moons spent
Yet, still beggars in the presence of torment
When the flood comes
All awaken from nightmares
Already dreamt
A tomb
Such a splendid sepulcher for I alone
Who wishes to pass
All seasons in stone
Say what you will
Our garden of thorns lay passionless still
Our sighs our fealty and oath
Sworn to dwell
They sing their song
Often themselves the pawn
The circle, endless
Fleshless carousel
She was the-wind
Swift blade of wonder
Soft whispers grace the ear
My flesh to the earth
And to her ocean
My tears
To never nourish their craving
Gnaw till done of sinew they wept
Recanting eulogies, bereft
They savor the wrath of their Savior
Timorous heir
Spineless throne
His hand their own
She was the-wind
Swift blade of wonder
Soft whispers grace the ear
She was the-wind
Swift blade of wonder
Soft whispers grace the ear
My flesh to the earth
And to her ocean my tears
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4. |
The Ghosts Of Ire
05:07
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At dawn
We lift the veil
Treachery beckoned all
Coffins once set sail
For all dreams but their own
A path of widows
Sinew and bone
For none they sire
The ghosts of ire
Oh, how we plead
When scarce of tragedy
I muster the mouths
Of misery
Bathe me in oceans of wine
Long we bore its lashings
For who am I
To time
Oh, how we plead
When scarce of tragedy
I muster the mouths
Of misery
But what of the depths from which you fell before
Were the winds as bitter as the taste
Tell me of the pain escaped
Your blessings solely by the pity of grace
For none they sire
The ghosts of ire
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5. |
Ghoulish Delight
06:07
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My kingdom sordid
Innocence stolen
What grows to flourish
In the serpent garden
I don't mind the decay
It's the world that pains me
Through the wielding of woes
All hands unhealing
Fear
Only by my breath confined
Knowing what dies in the mind
Yet
Remaining weary
Wary of the flies
Try as I might
Madness at midnight
To revel in such ghoulish delight
Try as I might
Madness at midnight
To revel in such ghoulish delight
The oil burns
Their steel yearns
Fog above the sepulcher
Hymnal appalled
I recall their
Cabalistic psalms
Try as I might
Madness at midnight
To revel in such ghoulish delight
Try as I might
Madness at midnight
To revel in such ghoulish delight
What sin they sang
Such devilish things
Much worse than their idle hands
They often grin
As if they've lost their fangs
The scent of venom lingered
In the room of fevers
Where walls breathe
And only shadows seem to speak
Try as I might
Madness at midnight
To revel in such ghoulish delight
Try as I might
Madness at midnight
To revel in such ghoulish delight
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6. |
Envenom The Sea
04:13
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The flames
The Lustick breath
Of throes so decadent
Hands of avarice
Clamor most rapturous
Deafen the feeble descent
Charism, putrescent
Adorned in decay
Endless eclipse awaits
To be sought
A vision lost
Our secrets envenom the sea
But our chalices not
Migration
The dawn
My goddess
Of carrion spawned
The thirst to arrive
Rivals not their lust for life
An often sardonic, pathetic
Meddlesome kind
Envy
A most emulous blade
A doubt more arcane
Than the darkest of shades
To be sought
A vision lost
Our secrets envenom the sea
But our chalices not
A cold beauteous torment
A thousand moons
We longed for the sun
Like all winter's past
The infernal charade
From the dwellings of eternity
The eyeless emerge
A boorish thirst
Per psalm perverse
The flames
The Lustick breath
Of throes so decadent
Hands of avarice
Clamor most rapturous
Deafen the feeble descent
Charism, putrescent
Adorned in decay
Endless eclipse awaits
To be sought
A vision lost
Our secrets envenom the sea
But our chalices not
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7. |
Into The Egochasm
02:17
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8. |
The Coin Of This Realm
07:23
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A seemingly endless
Path of stone Crafted
Mostly of mortal hearts
This courage I bear
I fear, likely inverse
Is this where I truly traverse
My emptiness
My Fears
All fears to dream
Is this their horrid reflection
Or what I'm destined to be
So dark
The hours of my life
How will I shine
Knowing so little of the light
Floating through the windless heavens
I caught a distant glimpse of misery
The blind that dwelled upon it
Only wishing to be seen
Ashamed of the drivel
That seeps from the jaw
A hex on the pitiful
And whom answers their call
I revile
I've always pitied
The coin of this realm
A seemingly endless
Path of stone
Crafted mostly of mortal hearts
This courage I bear
I fear, likely inverse
Is this where I truly traverse
My emptiness
My fears
My fears to dream
Is this their horrid reflection
Or what I'm destined to be
Oh, mother of sighs
Why, to these blessings so blind
The warmth of true light
Care not for their fathers
The cowards
Their hour long spent
Inherit of malignant intent
To recant
I'm afraid I can't
The dead
So reticent
Beyond all reach
A silence of which I'll never
Break
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