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A Mother's Love
03:32
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She sits in judgement
"Mother is the name of God
In the lips and hearts of all little children"
Mother
Protect me from what I desire
Flowers wither beneath her hooves
In loving arms, the world ends - The world's end
My matriarch of misery - Alpha and Omega
The end of the beginning: The beginning of the end
"I looked, and behold an ashen horse
And she who sat upon it had the name Death
An hades followed with her"
Mother
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Force Fed
01:29
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Trampled, crushed beneath the weight of refuse
Parasites seek the light
Swallowing shit
Feed me lies
Devour
The Centre
Feed me lies
[Swallowing shit]
An endless stream of swill
Carapaces caught between gnashed teeth
Sickness begets sickness
Choke upon her words
Fed me lies
Force-Fed shit
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Knell
03:56
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Those guys are still stuck in the game. Yeah, they can't get out.
As the years piled on them, so did the enemies. You keep your distance.
They said, 'You never look over your shoulder; You've got a life.'
I said, 'I never look over my shoulder but I never allow my around... my surroundings to be unseen.'
He said, 'I'm going to tell you guys this: If you corner him, he can be an ugly man. If you attack him one-on-one, you ain't going to win.'
He told them, 'If you're going to get me, nail me from behind.'
He said, 'But if you don't pin him, run for your life.' That's what he told them...
Ten years passed.
But one night, some guys broke into his house and they beat him to death.
I will never open that door again.
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Embraced
03:42
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Once vibrant and warm, now deceased and decayed
We watched as the sun rose every morning
Until the day our world ended
Blot out the sky
Entwined, entangled, ensnared
Heart to heart
Chest to chest
Consumed and enveloped
Merciless
We seek solace
She died in those arms
Those arms
Vomit tephra
The Earth shudders
I will never let you go
I swear
Until the end of days
Until our last breaths
Hold me and I'll never
Let go
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As Trumpets Fade
02:53
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Sound thy horn
Herald the apocalypse
Dead lips, dead air
"Woe to thee that dwell on Earth"
A single note
Hell unleashed
Her siren song
The end is nigh
As trumpets fade
Glory decays
Sing the sorrow
The end is nigh
Skeletal
Of harm and hate
Wrath has come
The end is nigh
Creation from destruction
Built of bone, born of ash
The notes fade, her glory decays
To ruin we fall
From ruin arise
Fall upon deaf ears
Soul devoid of empathy
Her touch wounds
Her caress rots
To ruin we fall
From ruin arise
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Seven Sorrows
02:51
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They say
"Creation is crucifixion"
From up here, she can see
"For miles and miles and"
There is not a thing worth saving
Or believing in
Don't pray for me
Don't bleed for me
Don't die for me
My sins are my own
Seven sorrows of Mary
My sins
Raven's circle, awaiting the feast
My sins
She'll never soar again
Her wings can't bear the weight
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The Long Walk
09:14
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Through valleys littered with shadows of memories long past
Life is a journey with only one destination
No way out but through
No way out but through
Dusk falls, orange and red
When I stumble, the darkness reaches
Falling forward
Staring back
A trail of loss
The weight of years
Pressing down
Crushing her
And there has to be more than this
Point of no return
Step by step, farther and farther
Immobile
They watch, they wait
Trip, stagger
Silent
Turn back before it's too late
Judged by dead stares
Protect me
And there has to be more than this
Protect me
A life once lost but never found
Protect me
And there has to be more than this
All paths lead to the same end
Survival is not enough
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Quixotic
03:41
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Civilizations rise; they decay; they die.
As societies become increasingly complex, they become inevitably more precarious. They become increasingly vulnerable and, as they begin to break down, there is a strange retreat by a terrified and confused population from reality. This is the consequence of the idiocy of our elite - The inability to confront simple truths about human nature and the natural world leaves them unable to express new models or approaches. They, at the end, speak in phrases and jargon that don't correlate with reality; they retreat into their isolated compounds, indulging in unchecked hedonism, the accumulation of vaster wealth and extravagant consumption. They are deaf to the suffering of the masses, who are repressed with greater and greater ferocity. They become, at the end, extremists or ultra-conservatives, squeezing the last drops of profit from nature and humanity. We're cursed to repeat the cycle of collapse and, the greater the extent, the less they are able to understand what's happening around them. The earth is littered with the remains of human idiocy; we are condemned to drive our selves towards extinction, although this moment appears to be the fanale of the whole wretched show.
Yeah, 5,000 years in the making.
Now there's nothing left on this planet; we are spending down the last of everything we value. This time, when we go down, it will be global. There are no undiscovered lands left to pillage - no new peoples to exploit. It's a death trap, the whole thing. This is how all civilizations, including our own, ossify and die. They turn us into peasants and the world into a wasteland. Nothing to these people is sacred; we are exploited until exhaustion or collapse.
The desperate developed a belief system and erected gods. With the common understanding that these gods would come to life and save them all from disaster. It's the natural response tot he loss of control, despair, and powerlessness. This retreat into magic leads them, in their last moments, to a total detachment from reality - A reality that becomes too bleak to be absorbed. We think we've somehow escaped from the shortcomings of our past; We're so certain we're wiser and greater than those who came before us. We're willing to cater to fantasy and self-delusion, and, by the very end of it all, we're joyfully led over the cliff by lunatics. They look only for way to perpetuate this dying system.
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Pyres
04:04
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The need to crawl away
On wounded knees
The road to hell is paved with the best intentions
But the path back impossible to find
Eyes tear, throat chokes
Air sears the lungs
The tragedies that shape monsters
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Burn, burn, burn, burn
Burn it down and salt the Earth
Burn it down and salt the Earth
The last survivor; the last mistake
Save me from hell on Earth
Burn, burn, burn, burn
Burn it down and salt the Earth
Burn it down and salt the Earth
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