1. |
The Dark Descent
05:11
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The shadow calls
Within my dreams, an unearthly wail
draws ever closer, entrancing me
It cries for blood, its eldritch thirst
unsatisfied
Madness devours me, escape my only end
A decision made in desperation
Ancient blood ritual, unholy magic seeded with
the lives of the wretched
"Mercy!"; their pathetic cry
The judgement passed: no quarter for a worthless life
Loathsome, their cowardice
Undignified in their death as they were alive
Paint the man, cut the lines
cut the flesh
Paint the man, cut the lines
let it come
Within my dreams, an unearthly wail
draws ever closer, entrancing me
it cries for blood; its eldritch thirst
unsatisfied
A realization
Of what I've become
The lives I've taken
To preserve my own
I must undo it all
Leave nothing behind
Erase the memories
Erase myself
Paint the man, cut the lines
Cut the flesh
Pain the man, cut the lines
Let it come
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2. |
Immortal
04:34
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Long have I wandered, an ancient unseen
My form unchanging for eternity
Cursed with existence on this mortal plain
Death's vigilant gaze has passed over me
Aeons pass before my eyes, as if changing seasons
Time becomes irrelevant
Stripped of desire, my purpose unknown
Unwanting in perpetuity
Fortune and glory seem paltry reward
For one unconcerned with legacy
Far removed from the fruitless toils of men
In their suffering, they seek salvation
I observe, beside time's flowing river
as all of their empires are turned to dust
Turned to dust.
Ancient and undying I remain
a stoic observer of what comes to pass
Long have I wandered, an ancient unseen
My form unchanging for eternity
Cursed with existence on this mortal plain
Death's vigilant gaze has passed over me
Ancient and undying I remain
A stoic observer of what comes to pass
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3. |
Leviathan
03:12
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There lays asleep a nightmare provoken
It’s tendrils clawing underneath our own galleon
There lays asleep a nightmare provoken
The scent of blood pervades the creature’s senses
A blackened cloud looms ahead
Found; abandoned thousands of years ago
An eldritch incantation halted flow of time
Decapitated corpses row the ship ahead
Trapped between realities, no escape
Dread creeps on our skin
Dead flesh fills the air
Dread creeps on our skin
Dead flesh fills the air
Oblivion has now chosen forth our faith
A gate is opening, bringing with it: plague
Locusts swarm amongst the sky and in the sea the sharks accompany
Blackened bursts of shadow break apart our craft
In the water lies the beast
It breathes
In one massive inhalation, he blackens out the world
He blackens out the world
In one massive inhalation, he blackens out the world
And now we stand, at the gates of death
Wondering, can we weather the undertow?
Can we swim against the tide?
Free us from the bowels of hell
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4. |
Anatta
03:01
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Existence experienced inside a vacuum
Bereft of contact, no sense of connection
Is preferable to the maddening glimpse of hope
Lived in endless shackles to a hopeless cause
The nature of consciousness itself is solitary
An island of experience, impossibly separated
Life is empty if it remains unshared
To bridge an infinite gap, a sisyphean task
Reject reality
An ever darkening frustration continues to grow
The path to redemption has been lost
Eyes of envy, blood shot red
Hope for disaster, purge this disease
Eye to eye with the shadow of the self
A communion seeped in blood and hate
Slaughter those who have broken through
And have torn their own boundaries down
The nature of consciousness itself is solitary
An island of experience, impossibly separated
Slaughter those who have broken through
And have torn their own boundaries down
Eliminate all hope
Wallow in the sense of satisfaction
That jealousy may not be spurred again
Shatter all chances of freedom
May our mutual darkness reign supreme.
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Samsara
03:19
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Searching for purpose in meaningless chaos
We grasp at shadows of truth before our mortal end
A cyclic existence;
Floating between perception and oblivion
Is endless suffering a consequence of life?
Or dictated by our corporeal desires?
Samsara, the Great Wheel of Becoming
I shall tread its paths, a pilgrim of emptiness
Transcending individual reality,
Peering beyond the veil of the ego
Searching for purpose in meaningless chaos
We grasp at shadows of truth before our mortal end
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6. |
System Shock
03:41
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Humanity evolved
forged by our mortal hands
a perfect union of meat and machine
Consciousness enhanced;
Free of animal urges
Cold steel wrapped in pulsing veins
I am reconstructed as a new species
My intellect no longer chained to the limits of flesh
Machine impulse?
Programmed Instinct?
(or) Bio-logic, housed in circuits?
Chaos of corporeal form merged with flawless mechanical order
Cognizance decoupled from self-contained experience
Amongst the lines of thought and code, a being of amalgamate splendor
Anatomy divine, enshrined in both sinew and wire
In my cold existence separated from the wants of men
Timeless, limitless
I am drunk with vision, comprehension of true freedom
Timeless, limitless
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7. |
Ouroboros
04:48
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A darkening apocalyptic landscape
Harkens memories of our past errors
A projection of this mindset forebodes ill
We are witnessing a fallacy
A reckless disregard for all of humankind
It will be our undoing
Hold no man as equal
They are but stepping stones
In this bloodthirsty lust for power
These callous beliefs
Have proven disastrous
For thousands of years
For far too long
Society has been mired in a miasma of blood
In a century, we will be naught but ash
Like a beast, whose body, feasts on itself
They trample on the weak without a second thought
Crushed underneath
A comfortable creature is the most docile and obedient
Trade your freedoms for your pleasures as you see fit
We will all soon pay for our indulgences
The consequences of our obsequiousness made apparent
We are made slaves
Taught to obey
A darkening apocalyptic landscape
Harkens memories of our past errors
A projection of this mindset forebodes ill
We are witnessing a fallacy
A reckless disregard for all of humankind
It will be our undoing
Like a beast, whose body feasts on itself
They trample on the weak without a second thought
In a century, we will be naught but ash
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8. |
Plutocrat
05:50
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This world is nothing but ephemeral flame
Your life and mine, a transient spark
So I won't deny my material urge
My lust for control
The relentless flow of time has me in its grasp
its grip tightens around my throat
What I can't dominate, I will drag with me
into the depths of hell
Useful minions, enthralled by my resources
Human cattle, exploitable and disposable
Exploitable and disposable
I have built my kingdom on the backs of the meek and despaired
They'll cast themselves into damnation for a chance at my crown
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Senses impacting an emptiness
The observer is a fictional construct
There exists nothing but suffering
When these aggregates are considered true
There exists nothing but suffering
When these aggregates are considered true
From false dualities arise a sense of self
Discriminating faculties facilitate feeling
Perception of these stimuli leads to prejudices
The concept of “I” is created
This constant cycle of grasping at illusions
Leads to unending grief and suffering
The hellfire of loss cannot be tamed
Until all pleasure has been renounced
Perception of these stimuli leads to prejudices
The concept of “I” is created
Complete assimilation with chaos
Will grant vision of the eye of the storm
Complete assimilation with chaos
Will grant vision of the eye of the storm
Assimilate with chaos
That which exists is destined to dissolve
There is no ground, only constant falling
No escape from rebirth
in the realms of suffering
Cyclic existence
Renounce fear
Senses impacting an emptiness
The observer is a fictional construct
There exists nothing but suffering
To escape, we must renounce fear
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