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Dark phantasm shall rise tonight
Born unto this world to snuff the light.
The calm of chaos fills my sin
Tears of a fallen Christ shall cool my skin.
The ascension marks unholy liberation
And us the children of a darker dawn.
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| Imprisoned In Flesh | |
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A god born unto us of flesh and blood
A hand held god for us to see and touch
Where is the glory that enshrines your throne?
Do you weep for the souls of those below?
Chorus:
-Save us Jesus!
-I will not!
-Save us Jesus!
-No!
Pull yourself off the cross lord Jesus
See how well your father has created life?
You're not a god you're just a man
A mortal being like all the rest of us.
Why did you not stay a little while longer
On your cross of a pack of lies?
Why did you not stay suffering, coward
And try to save a few more lives?
Crucify the Prince of Lies!
(Chorus)
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| A Dirge | |
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Shadows grow tall as the sun recedes into the horizon.
Dreams in their ultimate gasps, vividly, languidly envelop themselves in façade of lively color
Even though the sound of death is crunching crackling under your feet
You know that it is promising another life: rebirth
And hap that human beings are so altogether short of.
Chorus:
The persistence of the soulless wind
With chill, infectious like plague tingles your spine
And you feel alive, moreso than ever before
Despite the inherent demise
Assosciate in each of your steps, rigid and unfeeling
Chrushing life where it had been felled
As others will soon do to you
Fertilizer for life, the everlasting.
The final bleeding, bruisèd hues, extinguished from the black velvet sky, retreat in advent of your darkness
Foreboding presences of lives violently left behind
Greet you at a gate that you are somewhat unfamilliar with
And feel a dusky essence on the boundary asking you in.
(Chorus)
You enter the blue flames
Your moonstruck journey hath led you to infernal inanimate realm
Screams are silenced and your dread paralyzes you
Welcome to the kingdom of desire.
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| Murder | |
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You and I we think alike
With simple minds and hearts
Your shell has cracked leaving innocence bare
This is how it starts
Clutching to fallacious words
Grasping at your provocative glance
I see you
I see myself.
I cannot eat, nor can I sleep
Your visage clouds my mind
My pulse quickens with the brush of your skin
My raging heart goes blind
My thoughts are scarred, my motives blurred
The resulting flood
Bears desires and yearning for
The honeyed scent of blood.
My sanity disintegrates
As flesh and bone takes hold
Illusions of you fall to waste
My raging heart grows cold
When you are awake and when you sleep
The only thing to trust
I see you,
Shattered visions of lust.
Here we are now, you and I
My arms shall be your tomb
Come closer open yourself to my love
Welcome torment as you take your difinitive breath.
Ecstacy found in suffering
Frozen in rapture, you and I
My final parting words a prelude to death
An echoing of your terminal cry
Your glassy eyes, skin of porcelain
You look so beautiful like this
Your chill a warmth I have never known
I draw you near now as we finally kiss.
Murder!
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| Pillars Of Salt | |
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Era of darkness arise from the abyss
Spew forth the filth of abcess from this
Excess returned to abolish the week
Hurling at heaven the blasphemies we speak
Revelation, Anticipation
Man shall make his mark at last
Shun the ascention
Spit at redemption
Defacate upon book of deceit
Usher forth the second coming of Gomorrah
Abhorence re-release us from regret
A common vision we shall preach
The coming of the age of Set
Fire and brimstone batter the sky
Torching the clouds burning like lye
Father, son, holy ghost, caught in the fault
One glance reveals once rescued souls:
Pillars of Salt
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| Anarchy Enthroned | |
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Dispassion toward sense, matter, absence of individuality
Observe defects in birth, death, old age and suffering
I see these drops of crimson on my own canvas;
A vast black blanket reaching far as I can see
Enveloping everything and nothing, undulating in equilibrium, going absolutely nowhere...
The voice of my own spirit crying yet lost somewhere deeper within.
Chorus:
In a dream I see the raven pirched on the edge of darkness
I smile at it and know that it is the other side of me
Waging war with sin, the raven knows I am alone with my thoughts
And my intentional conflicting thoughts are avoiding consonant sound.
Driving the battle onto wet and muddy ground
The elder I get, at peace with my own battle and strife
I embark on a quest: one where angels, devils, sinners, saints
Know for what I lust
To look at my reflection in the mirror and be one with
Phantasm, beauty, and finally returning to dust.
(Chorus)
Lighting the candle, I walk down the corridor of my mind
Approaching the light the fire that warms me
The fire by which I await a glorious death
Burned on my funeral pyre
My void is my last breath
The moment I become death.
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| terminat hora diem | |
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His day is done, our time has come to rise from ashes of his doctrines
To rise from under the thumb from above
Our silence is banished, the sickness is lifted from our souls
Caressing our sin, mutilating the dove.
Iehova ferox raptor est.
liberate te.
Chorus:
No prayers are said for the holy dead
No last rites breathed unto these demons
No more cross to bear
No more unjust burdens to share
They are undone, our legions come
To slay the chosen one.
terminat hora diem.
Let it be known, his followers now alone abandoned
Must be punished for their crimes against man
Cut out their eyes, noses tongues ears and flay off their skin
Rub them in salt, leave them to die in the sand.
(Chorus)
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