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Futile
03:02
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Futile pile growing bigger and bigger.
Its black curtains surround me.
Black curtains as black arms cutting my breath.
I am choking into myself.
Hatred has taken control it's a fact now.
It feels like wearing
a full leather suit under a blazing Sun
Le bourreau a laissé sa place aux mains de cette foule vengeresse et affamée. Cependant la place publique est étrangement vide. Chacun y allant de sa contribution par procuration.
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Scarlet
03:24
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From depths of skies we were thrown
starving
Ripping appart its scarlet genitals
All we have got now is our hands to feast on
Now that we march on bleached bones instead of stones
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3. |
Sublimation Anew
06:23
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Shaking
as life is slipping out
Seized by the cold
and the last presence of light
Freed
No burden. no turning back
Spreading his words
I take lives, untill light goes black
I'm the colored black night
The space beetween grains of sand
Smilling
I am Death in a second
Escaping at last
this reek of defeat
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4. |
To Feed The Pyre
03:39
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Drifting ghost without a name.
Unable to conquer anything.
Still not brave enough
To vanish in silence
That war is a blessing
as you can fill the empty vessel of your soul
And use humans as logs
to light up your fucking pyre
Your quest for existence
your quest for transcendence
Will turn you into a charred sunbaked
carrion
devoured by foreign sand
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