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Strange Aeons
02:37
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A heavy sky portends our dark mechanisms
Birds mill above, spouting admonitions
Once businessmen, now disciples of a new god
Huddled around old books to bring the great beyond
The storm comes faster now as the rains cleanse the ground
Soaking, drowning the faithless as we raise his frigid crown
Our weak forms cannot contain the mutations bestowed
Tentacle and maw burst forth as we’re remade to serve our lord
Our sacrifice, squirming in neglected flesh
Our revelry shall last for centuries
We’re pitiless in the gleam of pale blue orbs
Our revelry shall last for centuries
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Dajjal
03:15
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Alone and enchained, swathed in internment rags,
The flesh melting from my frame
Sentenced by great Artaxerxes to wither forgotten here
With only ire to sustain me
To death acquiesced, watching greedy flies swarm
An oily voice told me I’d been blessed
Given a sacred task, to preach his arcane word
To bring his song to the lips of the masses
Exalt me once you’re freed
My brethren will be enraptured
I walked the darkened, sandy streets again
Undeterred by hunger or fear
While guards and nobles slept, I knocked on every door
With tidings of my savior, their hungers grew ever more
Each psalm carved furrows in their sallow, sunken cheeks
Wine dribbled down my chin to their intoxicated shrieks
Your decrees razed entire kingdoms, watch yours crumble
Undone by a leering envoy of famine
Allow the armies of Macedon to rise
Arrogance was your greatest sin
My lord then spoke, laughing for his treachery
How does it feel servant, forfeit soul, hands blood-soaked
A smile creased my horrid face
I longed for destruction before I felt your cold embrace
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Trust You
01:43
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Sweat slicks my skin, the complex hymn repeats
The air we breathe is pulsing thick with ancient heartbeats
Forms unseen for aeons twist in the black
I covet the mysteries clenched tightly in their grasp
The last words ringing out, my followers wordless with fear
Not even I can comprehend our god, but feel its presence drawing near
A thousand eyes open above, to peer into my mind
Slit throats gurgling obscenities, corrupt desires of the divine
Do these offerings entice you, quivering flesh for you to rend?
Blindly, they trusted you, single file to their end
Tendrils spring up from the earth to grip us firm
Crushing my chest, our Lord’s intent I now discern
I was not loved, I was but used to bring it forth
Tricked just like the rest to molder under the earth
Did these offerings entice you, quivering flesh for you to rend?
Blindly, I trusted you, single file to my end
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Showboats
03:12
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My eyes have seen beyond the veil of this world
Into the abyss, the realm of torture for the damned
I’ve seen the faithful seduced by the godless and wept
Casualties of a war for souls waged by the great I Am
To be the arrow in the heel of this sinner’s world
God’s children will witness Revelation unfurled
Michael I am your flaming sword, I am the breath of Jehovah
The grass withers, the flower fades in my wake as I bear the word of God
You showed me the truth of this world, I could not look away
Our fate painted forever in blood
Nauseating, the flag raised by impious men
What is God to you when wealth is all you seek?
Showboats, resplendent as you slowly sink
Sentried by demons to the dim and bitter deep
False prophet of the screen, on the ground you heave and writhe
Receive absolution at the tip of my scythe
Can I get a witness? GOD DAMN
Michael I am your flaming sword, I am the breath of Jehovah
The grass withers, the flower fades in my wake as I bear the word of God
You showed me the truth of this world, I could not look away
Our fate painted forever in blood
I am not your captor but the one who’ll set you free
Renounce your worldly power and your ill-gained rank
You will be saved, by duress if not by choice
Sent to your rest, our Merciful Father to thank
My eyes have seen beyond the veil of this world
Into the abyss, the realm of torture for the damned
Their candles lit by tallow rendered from the wicked dead
Pale and shivering, lost to the light of the Lamb
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Slavemaker
02:19
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You store within yourselves the seeds of transformation
Your brothers will once again wash o’er the land
Each violent birth harkens an age of light
One in which our kind’s dominion shall expand
Once they’ve torn themselves out past the ribs and skin
The sun will heat their blood
Serpent eyes reflect the endless void
The centuries they’ve withstood
Seek out the hosts, regurgitate
The eggs, embed them
It is a gift to incubate
The sanctified
The coming ones shall free you
From the chains of your old gods
Man has built an army of counterfeit masters
Soon our kind will flourish
Toppling the lies we abhor
On the day you forever slough off old beliefs
To be wrapped in our embrace
Feel the glory of ascension engulf your heart
As your saviors are replaced
Seek out the hosts, regurgitate
The eggs, embed them
It is a gift to incubate
The sanctified
The coming ones shall free you
From the chains of your old gods
Man has built an army of counterfeit masters
Soon our kind will flourish
Toppling the lies we abhor
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Druidic Whim
04:52
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Young oracles shake, their blood streams down the ropes
It foretells the hoof-beats of Roman cavalry
Our sacred rites crushed, our gods will be perverted
Turned to demons and saints to serve the Trinity
The elders scoff, hunched on their thrones
Insisting our ranks can withstand legions
We stand unmoved in druidic garb
Without bureaucracy we’ll achieve our ends
The gods of old are fleeing on the twilight wind
Wooded boughs bend low as we grieve their passing
We’ve watched these wars for a thousand lives
Pointless struggles everlasting
No Gaulish backs will break for the Caesar’s crown
We’d rather burn than kneel to Christ
The Morrigan’s ravens shall pick the meat from charred bones
We’d rather burn than kneel to Christ
Your salvation does not entice us
We’d rather burn than kneel to Christ
Your salvation does not entice
Our trusting flock follows us to the pyre
A forest grove to burn them all alive
Stand as heroes, proud to die for your beliefs
Radiant now, your souls shall survive
Why do you scream, young ones?
Once you have died, you’ll see who you have been
You shall return, free of your shackles to serve us again
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Panacea
05:39
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Sunburst
04:01
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Melting glaciers, too late to save this world we razed
Great structures will erode
We’ve spent too long thoughtless beneath its gaze
For now the sun will claim its credit due
The end beckons so drain the earth of fuel
Desiccated is the soil on which we dance
All becomes ash as stars explode
Go about your lives heedless of God’s commands
We’ve consumed all resources we could find
Locusts upon two legs
We are the plague sent down of God’s design
This place our charred tribute
The end beckons, so drain the earth of fuel
Desiccated is the soil upon which we dance
All becomes ash as stars explode
Go about your lives heedless of God’s commands
We’ve made this bed to lie in
We’ve made this bed to lie in
We’ve consumed all we could find
We are the plague sent down of God’s design
We’ve spent too long thoughtless beneath its gaze
For now the sun will claim its credit due
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Brimstone
03:54
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With water they christened me, it seemed appropriate
As those who deem all else dirty are such an unclean lot
All are sinful, soiled things, unfit to share eternity
In life some are but poor; in death, nobility
I clench my teeth, I bite my tongue
Such pious souls decay, exhaling vitriol
Wasted creatures, hoarding their spells
Chapped skin flakes into dust as their book spines unravel
Wraiths scrabbling to serve a god of cruelty
Sadistic faith handed down as history
Brimstone on their sick breath, condemning dissenters
Their heaven must be such a lonely place
It seems that none they spy may well enter
Besieged by righteousness, I played along
Drank the wine they offered, showed them I belong
Soon my plans will execute, they’ll be judged
And the flames they warned of will be all they can clutch
Wraiths scrabbling to serve a god of cruelty
Sadistic faith handed down as history
Brimstone on their sick breath, condemning dissenters
Their heaven must be such a lonely place
Tasting now their bitter fruit, the spoils of lives spent in darkness
Wool robes graft to pale skin, as they burn they all confess
Tales of rape and genocide in the name of man, not God
To each I whisper earnestly,
“The murk of death’s your sole reward”
Wraiths scrabbling to serve a god of cruelty
Sadistic faith handed down as history
Brimstone on their sick breath, condemning dissenters
Their heaven must be such a lonely place
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Harlequin
03:54
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Waves of pain crash again the walls of her womb, its maligned cargo desperate to breathe
Clutching her gut, she fled the hearth into freezing rain, thick enough she could not see
Through the long months cultivating the illicit child
Terrified of what dwelled within, its adult’rous source reviled
Wet ground beneath, soaking her dress, legs to the sky
Shamed by the moon shining through the frosting autumn night
Her throat torn by her cries, joined by curious beasts
Seeking the source of malevolence released
The deed was done, she held up her son
His form now known, she screamed
A child of the depths, born of the Devil’s own stock
To disgrace the world, to blaspheme
No human hands to clutch her heaving breast
Seeping scales covered his wilted frame
No lids to shield his rolling eyes, his mouth agape
Awed by a world he could not claim
Cruel propositions engulfed her mind, a path to absolution
A murky cave befitting a macabre demise
With a half-choked sob, she renounced the cursed child
To the jaws of wolves with gleaming eyes
Fleeing the feast, choking down bile and relief
Comforted by patriarchal belief
Fumbling back to the light and heat of home
To forget the maternal horror she’d known
Off in dreams of dimpled cheeks, choirs of babbling cherubim
Oblivious, the door swung wide by crimson snouts, eager to be let in
Following the meat-scent’s trail, she lay now compromised
As was her misdeed devoured, she too shall be excised
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Cloister
03:22
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Rain-soaked man, scratching at our doorstep
Without coin or charm, our kindness you’ll accept
A humble cloister, our consecrated quarters
The ills of the world can’t penetrate its mortar
We’ve tended those like you before
Brought clean water and a calming word
But of you the Magdalene has warned
And for this night our charity deferred
Granted visions, we felt your loveless hand
Their weeping faces, shaking limbs yours to command
A brutal climax, your victims left to moan
Female debasement an entire culture condones
Tonight the ghost of forgiveness
Is given over to the rope and blade
Before the eyes of God, damages
And angels weep at what their hands have made
Strapped down, made to confess
The poison in your veins released
Painting marble floors
Delight in the howls of the Beast
Don’t beg, accept your fate
Monsters like you deserve no pity
Fingers inside your chest
To us you cannot prove integrity
Dismembered, never be whole in death
Interred beneath the soil, your flesh feeding gardens
Each flower’s bloom sweetened by your shell
As we consume the fruits you may finally be pardoned
Tonight the ghost of forgiveness
Is given over to the rope and blade
Before the eyes of God, damages
And angels weep at what their hands have made
And angels weep at what their hands have made
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Hail!
04:39
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Here I stand, before the smoking, glowing vents
The sacred ground where our lord unholy lies in wait
I bring you gifts, laid upon the dirt
A skull, warm blood and arcane spells to crack the holy gate
Black candles scorch the night, watchful angels I must repel
Left to fiendish device in this abandoned tunnel
The walls groan, do you heave against your cold confines?
Be patient master, the chaotic puzzle now aligns
Do I hear your voice, do you speak to me?
Do you call up from the depths to urge me on?
I feel demonic glee at the thought of Hell on earth
The ageless war now ends, arise and dethrone the Son
Black candles scorch the night, watchful angels I must repel
Left to fiendish device in this abandoned tunnel
The walls groan, do you heave against your cold confines?
Be patient master, the chaotic puzzle now aligns
Around the world, your minions join in song
Oh Great Horned One, angel forsaken for so long
Conquer the holy light, these endless years we’ve waited
Once silent, now proclaim - Hail Satan!
I feel demonic glee at the thought of Hell on earth
The ageless war now ends, arise and dethrone the Son
Around the world, your minions join in song
Oh Great Horned One, angel forsaken for so long
Conquer the holy light, these endless years we’ve waited
Once silent, now proclaim - Hail Satan!
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