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Allan - Burn Through
03:01
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Mother, would you quit the shit?
Pick up the weight, point blank in the face
Burn through, that's the only thing you'll get from me
One thousand scars, one open sore
Dry eyes - dry eyes
Shoot up the venom, [?], kick in the face
One too many times I've had to pick up your weight
You love yourself so much you can't help but hate
Now you're coming back at me and you want me to burn
Hide behind your emptiness
Waist deep in the excrements of your mistakes
"Pain", "pride", and your reflection
Never lie - never lie
Shoot up the venom, [?], kick in the face
One too many times I've had to pick up your weight
You love yourself so much you can't help but hate
But now you're coming back at me and you want me to burn
Oh my god - and you thought you were getting something else
[?]
Burn, burn through
Judge me 'cause I gotta know, do you love me?
Give me a chance, take a chance
Got me blind to the real sign
Burning fires inside
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Aska - Crown of Thorns
05:22
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I am commander, I ride the helm
Armored defenders of the realm
I've sworn allegiance to land and King
I've downed rebellions where they may spring
There is not one thing I wouldn't give
My horse, my sword, my right to live
Hail to the throne - the Crown Of Thorns
I am protectorate, law of the land
I rally forces at my command
I am AVENGER, I rule the night
Holy Crusader destined to fight
All subjects here loyal to the land
Are consecrated, blessed by my hand
A power throne - the Crown Of Thorns
I give my life if my liege decrees
There's no reprieve there are no guarantees
Heirs to the throne that I have scorned
I've sacrificed for the Crown Of Thorns
And I'll claim it now
These bloodstained streets announce a new reign
One just as just I've claimed my domain
Escaped victorious by my hand
Fully responsible for this land
I take the princess now as my bride
Bring out the stallions ready to ride
Detractors nailed to the crucifix
Their bodied burned on the river Styx
Sent stright to hell
All hail the throne
This is my kingdom
All hail the crown
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Come to the edge of reason embrace the sun in place of night
Come to your senses sometime never witness an understanding
Before the dawn surrenders light
(Damn the dawn) for turning my world red (before too long) my perfect night is over
(Damn the dawn) tomorrow is calling again (before too long)
Enter the realms of madness open the doors and close your eyes
Entertain thoughts of endless wonder call for the visionary
Call for the one who reads the skies
(Damn the dawn) for turning my world red (before too long) my perfect night is over
(Damn the dawn) tomorrow is calling again (before too long)
Day breaker are you the silent sinner day breaker so unpredictable
Day breaker live on and on forever day breaker give up your forgiven dawn
You are the breaker of my promises do you have something I can keep
You are the keeper of my yesterdays give me something that I need
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The Chasm - Fading
02:14
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Vast and decayed, mourners of faded aspirations upon the colossal halls of rotten tragic shadows, their inner essence and wisdom like a tornado over my torn spectrum will always be the bleeding eye. Dreadful visions of an impending fear, and unbroken cycle, purified whti the stench of sadness, which leads me to a crimson inmolation, pain inmense and ritualistic. Lost years, faded illusions, bleeding dreams, all in one, at war with myself at the empire of Msach-Eht
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Fall short from the glory, fall... existence here is to
pay for my impurities, torture to endure, for my soul is enlightened, but to pay by the pain and the agony, why were we made to pay, why?
Trapped in this material world, weakened by the hatred, in this life and lives to come, death to face again & again & again, give me knowledge of the spirit world, suspend in the blackness of the universe.
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December - Umbilical
03:00
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Holy Mother - Hunting
02:58
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You booked us a flight
You took us for free
You got us to sign
Intelligence played on me
Don't care if we die
Your money is king
You never grew up
And you're wondering where's your sanity
Stop playin' the song
Cause all your friends are all gone
You're dying to see me give up
My life is a trip on a carnival ride
You're dying to see me get out
Get out...I'm hunting for you
You painted us gold
And rotted to rust
Our innocence left
When you tried to betray our trust
Inadequate time
When time was for us
You stood in the way
Of the path
Of a long waited destiny
Stop playin' the song
Cause all your friends are gone
You're dying to see me give up
My life is a trip on a carnival ride
You're dying to see me get out
Get out...I'm hunting for you
You're trying to break me
You're trying to crack
I'm tired of breakin' my balls
Your promise is breaking
It's nothin' but words
I'm tired and sick of it all
You're dying to see me give up
My life is a trip on a carnival ride
You're dying to see me get out
Get out...I'm hunting for you
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Lowbrow - Flesh Parade
03:32
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Talking to myself I decide it's time to kill.
Debated all the avenues.
Adrenelize the bloodspill.
Conforming to the underground.
Sleathly creeping by.
Peering over the window will.
Erection raging high.
Actions replacing words.
I'm shaking as my victims squirms.
Worthless life undone.
Disinfecting. Disinfecting germ.
Painting walls in blood, sanguinary flood.
Naked to the world.
Evicted little girl.
Slashing blade, skin is flayed, sight unseen, ejaculate.
Flesh parade, the body lays, in dissary, on display.
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Fermenting foulness expels from the womb
Ruptured membranes disgorge
Piles of glazed placenta parts
Stink of human innards
Cellular waste, discarded filth
Seasoned the perfection
Feast on this twisted delicacy
Engorging on the nutrient rich fetal sac
Defile yourself with the consumption of fetus backwash
Eating not to survive
Only to fulfill a selfish need for flesh
Fried Afterbirth
Animalistic thirst for infant waste
Cooking the building blocks of life
Cutting into something that helped sustain a life
Part of your wife and child are on a plate
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In my dreams I see no nearer god.
The waves that move,
They pierce my drifting soul.
With want I reach in vain to grasp the sun
As off it falls beneath the dancing fields
And paints fore'er this spout-girt majesty!
O, slimy things!
I yearn to hear you sing from depths as deep as stars doth shine
From realms of light above.
I wish to hear thee sing!
O, ammonite with aeon-closed eye!
Speak to me in water-tongues
And grant to me the eyesight you once saw
The Sea-gods with!
My voyage as above, so below
Upon a dreaming ship I sail
Upon my life I conjure they whom no dry eyes have seen
Since sleep hath stolen over forms and sunken temples built
By gods themselves!
Alone I embark for cities immersed
In depths of thought and caverns full of dreams!
What corals dress this city fallen?
What the magick language lost one-thousand leagues?
Nightmare! Come, and speak to me
From beneath the waves that rock young ships
To slumber sweet
Gods, caress me with thy chthonic hands
Steep my mind with the beauty of a vision-world
And bury me in temples where my soul
Can e'er explore these realms of madness submerged!
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Beneath the lonely willow, the tired angel lays.
Her arms outstreached, her stomach curled, from deep within she cries...
"Why do I seek peace? Why doth mine eyes deceive me?
On Earth I play, on Earth I die! When might I believe?"
Thoughtless words are spoken here and hateful eyes for all who are near.
"My wings can't save me now from all that I have seen!
Forgive me as I ponder the meaning of it all.
Seems so unfair to wander with no questions of life beyond!
And all of this hurt from my pointless mission here...
On Earth I've played, on Earth I've died! When might I believe?"
From above, the silent sky reaches out and dries her eyes.
"Be free! Be at all like me! Be near and one with the breeze!"
...oh don't leave me here to die
Beneath the lonely willow, the fallen angel thinks about this world
and why she's here and of her world of dreams...
"Beauty lays within me...why can't others see?
On Earth I'm sent to change life, but in this I no longer believe...
And this I no longer believe."
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Inner sense lost in a stream
Another day faking control
Alone, still living an introspective lie
Cut adrift, in constant motion
Roaming never ending oceans
Bleeding poets cry, hands to the sky
Their quest was one of futility
I know man's lost in cosmic settings of coincidence
Just spinning, twisting, circling on...
Manipulate my mind, I don't mind
the kind of lie to subdivide, petrify, dehumanize
Manipulate your mind, would you mind
the kind of lie to subdivide, petrify, dehumanize
I will deny, I still deny, I will deny all
These truths were all yours
I refused them as mine
Manipulate my mind, I don't mind
the kind of lie to subdivide, petrify, dehumanize
Man manipulates man's mind
Should they mind the kind of lie
to subdivide, petrify, dehumanize
Spinning, twisting, circling on
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