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Crucifier
04:06
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The blood ray from the setting sun awoke the mantra forsworn,
the Spiritus voice of the sacrament sang out the hangman´s call,
and I have pledged myself to a truth beyond the ways of a hallow world,
and the blood that bleeds from the execution will breed life to the ways of the pure.
Yet his eyes mirror those of Christs´ with hair of angel dust, he drinks upon the nights breath as the jackals guard his flock.
The voices call from the altar, false tongues can here be cut, mark me the devine deliverer, bathing in the Devils blood.
Yet he pleads like a mortal child, masked within my own flesh and bones, his shrill voice marks the battle cry. The (my) child I pledged to crucify
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In the Castle of Sycorax
04:37
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Slicing the wind and the putrid fog the castle looms above the ruin,
The face of grandeur dwarfs the meek and it pierces the parlour of Heaven,
I heard the cries through the maddening walls as though a soul had left its confines, all natural instinct implored me to flee but I was bound by a holy decree.
The cold upon my fist, needling the fear in my heart and the voice like ice yet hands that knew a fires touch, and those eyes, still searching, a predator in the quiet of night, I entreated, was suddenly swallowed, as the door sealed from behind.
Upon the walls crude inscriptions displayed the names of the opposers,
´Vermin` she muttered ´ Who couldn't be shown the sin of their ways.` Their faces were stretched, plastered to stone, no resemblance due to the decay. Falling backward in horror and overcome by sheer terror I begged God to release me from this place.
Oh please God no
And she cried:
Give yourself into the night, as the candle burns whisper your dreams,
speak the words to me, between the lines from their book of disease,
offer your blood to the beast, piercing through flesh, straight to the bone and gnawing into your soul and turning the screw further deeper still.
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The Fall
04:29
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Into the unknown passageways of death, falling gravity unlocks the final gate.
And you would bathe here and you´d justify the cause and leave in reverence his eulogy to preach.
You want to be called into the night? Sainted hatred by your side. A piercing cry from the undergrowth. He sanctions those who enter.
And further still the light finds passage to a plain, a rotten cornerstone where all life decays. He bleeds a pact and its a poison to living blood, with a serpents´ kiss he sanctifies war.
You want to be called into the night? Fortunes hand cannot undo. To taste the blood upon your lips, then come and walk with me.
Into the dawn, the will to silence life, the piercing of their screams, incinerating light. Breath the wrath of souls, time can never heal. And fall to the final bell, a secret to swallow truth, it swallows you.
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The Molten Chains
05:35
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Freedom within chains, their poison words cant pierce through. Armoured and cold, forgiveness none can find. Lashed here, while awaiting the execution fire. The morals of power, their mind concern no other.
Cast your eyes from the sufferance. The pain, a duty you always knew. The eyes, loom over the twisted shapes. The twisted shapes within the steel.
The morning light fractures darkness in my hallowed cage, blessed souls can be free again, so they say with gods tongue, first submit.
The water burns as he marks the cross again, sanctified before the black divine. Speak of the holiness within this place, Satans lamented cries, haunt only the night. And in the darkness they hide.
Lips pried, and thoughts deafened by the calling of the crowd as he lunges. Steel burning red like lava to be ingested for my crimes. Smouldering my lips, tasting the sweetness of hell´s fire, the one you feared is alive in the body of a man.
Awoken now in avenge filled rage, battle strong in our blood-soaked reign and they will bow to our blade, to the swords forged by the molten chains.
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Of Lucifers Eye
04:01
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What was called upon in the hours leading before the black? Her soul in a fit of rage between the poison and her pure blood. Twisting her morning song it was the Devils voice which answered back, I should have left her then by the solemn screams stopped me in my tracks.
The twisted face of death in a blue moon light, purging the last words of human life and those final words still terrorise my mind. ´Kill this image of Lucifers eye´.
But I fell upon my knees and I cried and the stories are still told, of the days when life ended cold. And now eternal the horror is too real, wallow in darkness deaths promise never revealed.
Burning the ashes for finality, Ill never meet you, your´e always beyond my reach.
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Reverence Knifed
04:43
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Tachypnea gave way as the blood congealed and grayed and in the window I could see no soul. Only darkness in the quiet of the cold. Gods white tears blanked the earth, swallowing the bodies whole and as I waited for the virgins call, I knew the face in the shadows that formed.
Twisting into miasmic dementia, the nails were buried deep, draped in the placenta of Lazarus, bringing vengeance to the poisoned cloth.
Once inside you'll find the key, why their faces ridden in a black disease, upon their word you followed blade and tooth and the prophecies they
spake to you;
For thou hast said in thine heart thou shall ascend, above the north, above the clouds of thine lord.
With a sorrowed heart you must carry on, repenting the sins to the mourning sun.
Burrowing beneath the corpses, between twisted smiles and disbelief, awaiting the final lashes. To whence they set us free.
In time I´ll learn to know their mark, the riders of the darkened liege and as the world burns my reverence is knifed, the decaying souls are a mist in the night.
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A Mist in the Night
05:04
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The night sets forth, its howling remembrance of my lost child where innocence was turned to ash. In the fires of pain and disease, pure life will never last. And the call of the bells its leading the sermon where words dispel the bitter taste of regret, its crawling upon me, sorrow a mist in the night.
I long for the time, when ill wake from this nothingness. The jaws will open wide and swallow this sufferance. Forever upon me, deaths taunting playfulness, reap what you sow, the seeds of worthlessness.
Confined in the torment, the repeating scenes, flashing before my eyes, the ghastly hand pulling him away and into the grave.
Clawing the frozen earth, Scratching the casing of the coffin. The corpse half rotten yet soul alive. The son your god forgot.
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Molten Chains Vienna, Austria
Mocking death´s command by a greater will.
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