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Unheimlich
06:44
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I am not well
Light fly, night cascade, behind my eyes
Would that I would wake, from god's unholy veil
Close my eyes, a face is staring back
Become known, a man of harder flesh and bone
Cast from my mind's heaven, conceived upon the throne
The blood of my blood, if not for features cut from stone
I walk shadow space, pulled against my will
My will breaks anew, and I in two
Eyes of coal, your hardened skin
Hands of stone, oily mouth of sin
No soul for god above
The killing hand is spilling blood
The blood of my blood
I sow the blackest seeds and reap the putrid fruit
Draw the veil
Sink below
Dream of naught but death
For days
Feel his cloak writhing
Crawling for his lust
I sow the blackest seeds and reap the putrid fruit
Crude life
Long forgotten
Pain swept up in bitter words
Wrenched in cursed spit
My right hand twists the dagger
My left cradling their heads
In death
Would that I never wake
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2. |
Nocturnal Psychosis
11:15
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The sun - the weight of weights
Once lust was fueled in solar rays
Now love hangs on my back
The weight of tens and tens of suns
He scrapes his char upon the leaves
Consuming colors from my memories
Dead embers fall away
A twisted spine upon their graves
Keep love for noble kings
Their seasons still forever
King Love, your den of men
would kill their heads for hearts
The running winds are eager thieves
Away the warmth where once was love
No hope for souls at their king's hand
Boreas shows a colder cold
You, men
My word is forever
As fire burns
As wind blows cold
As water flows
This will not change
Burned souls suffer
Frozen souls ache
Drowned souls choke
Dead men die
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3. |
No Vacancy
05:25
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Lord Defeat is taunting me
Red lights burn
Streaks in the sky
Lacerate my eyes
Neon-bleeding concrete
Fractured lattice pressed flat, ragged
Monolithic, black, oppressive,
Piling on the weight of night
Streets of disease
Grinning and green
Plastic deceit
No vacancy - foreign neon wilderness - shuttered hope
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4. |
The Black Waves
03:53
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Black Water - carry me to everlasting rest
Pull your trenches
Roll your peaks
Lift and turn
Sway and sweep
Hold my earthly call for life within your breast
Draw down the currents of timeless sleep
Take not my suffering
Take not my sorrow and grief
Accept not my mortal greed
Silence, strangle fill my lungs
Lay me down
Close my eyes
Free me to the deep
Sink to rise no more
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5. |
The Spinning Sphere
13:48
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What child is this?
Her throat is choked with dust
Her shining eyes
In clouds of ash now lie
The blacks divine
A pall of blue
The curls embrace
Her pallid hue
The deepest dream
Can't lift her eyes awake
Their hallowed words
Ring hollowly away
"Light come down now, save her from the waves!"
A painted mark
Of rhyme untrue
For eyes so black to be so bruised
An open main
Unbroken vein
Man - hear me
My voice - as old as the wind
My robes so crude and lowly
Their folds hold the bones of your dead
So bite your tongues, you bitter ones
Lest you bear the weight of the grave
As you lie rotting, dust returning to soil, you wretch
Your spoken name will touch the tongues of none
This world will continue to spin, spin ever longer, life after life, grave after grave
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