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March in step with drum to the ocean of oblivion
The blades are of a sum rusted down to bone, one million
Empty are the eyes that have extinguished all their tears again
Thousands on the shoals if by God's innate black fear in them
The colors of the earth bring the fire from the sky
And when the rocks are torn from ground and tear the arc across the night
When eyes are all that's left to see your children's open graves
And your mouth is rent asunder by the things you dare not say
If the blackest cloak you cast can steal the stars from deepest night
And your body underneath is reeling only from the fright
The sun upon your skin it maps a death upon your frame
For the wonders, all I've lost, is nothing burdened, nothing gained
If the earth should open up and take my body open home
And our wisdom is the infinite and righteous faith alone
In the chasm of my heart you'll see my one and only blade
When the void is opened up, the ghost of life will shy away
You cast salt into the sea and bring the beast's unholy flame
In my absence fit the mark of sanctioned, endless, lovely pain
If the purpose of your worship is a fading restless light
Then strike down upon my back, with ceaseless care to kill born right
This sun is jealous in his sky
Why don't we find a place to ride
This sun is jealous in his sky
We'll rise to find a place to side
This sun is jealous in his sky
Why don't we find a place to hide
This sun is jealous in his sky
We dance upon a debt, tonight
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THE ARM, THE HAND
04:13
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If I lose my breath to sky
And the Mountains rain down
When these trees all turn to ash
And the rust bleeds this crown
In my time when fields were gold
And these waters ran pure
Would we find ourselves again, if I went and lost yours
If I leave my mother alone, would she save me
If I see my father in hell, would he pray for me
If I leave my brother again, will my skin be still
Would it be my will
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When the mark of the beast slips inside your decay
It's electric my body can scarce feel this way
On the eve of the moontide, with blood on my axe blade
Heretics come to mark me and fold neath my sway
In the infinite light as I move beyond my grave
In this hunter's soft fallow my heart starts to fade
If beyond heavens boundary, our hearts become space
And my eyes fold dim light to recapture your face
On their many horses, the Black Light by forces
I'm blinded by sunlight, Oh, leave it alone, leave it alone
Carry the wretched, as far as they've sent dead
And ply for my rest for I'm on my own, on my own
It's a missive undone just to leave me this way
where your voice can't unbind me, or curse what I say
so just burn it on down and then flee from this way let the fires turn night to the warmth which you strayed
When dark lords come to light, in the perilous night
And your hearts become hardened and cast into stone
May your wither be swift and your chaff become sifted
the mark has been lifted and scraped from your bones
On their many horses, the Black Light by forces
I'm blinded by sunlight, Oh, leave it alone, leave it alone
Carry the wretched, as far as they've sent dead
And ply for my rest for I'm on my own, on my own
It's a missive undone just to leave me this way
where your voice can't unbind me, or curse what I say
so just burn it on down and then flee from this way let the fires turn night to the warmth which you strayed
On my honor I pledge
From the bite of my sledge
That these roses shall speak from the black of your throne
Iron crush and skull cave, for the masses they gave
Of their own birthright bloodied
And carved into stone
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I AM BECOME AS A GOD
04:39
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This circle, crowning my head
Old magic summons new dead
Vast shadow to darken my skin
Our forebearers, slow mirrors of sin
In the wake of this battle's stark reaches
My hand has become as black plague
on the wings of this fire I rise to the heavens
I fall on my sword as the stage
In the field where the corpse has turned flower
My harvest has wasted the young
Halcyon our the days of the ancients
when great was our lovers sweet sum
If I stare at this mountain too long it will certainly cave in my head
All this time, the whims of the people are staring into my need's dark oblivion
Golden dawn on the Blackening Valley
my shadows no longer my friend
The sun he has spoken in tongues of sweet fire that has
rendered our kingdoms fast end
Swarms of creatures their wings beating rhythms
and sounding the call of wars drum
beating a cadence with marches of tyrants
whose penance has already come
If I stare at this mountain too long it will certainly cave in my head
All this time, the whims of the people are staring into my needs dark oblivion
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