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Varcolaci Curse
07:04
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Ghastly transformation ‘neath a sickly sliver of moon
The husk of man cast aside; bloodthirst is now my boon
The flesh submits to change, frenzied by the stillborn spoor
My neck distorts with varicose veins, then I am buried as another victim of war
Magnesium mist shrouds my tongue
Twisted iron of fallen royals
Fresh as the kiss of silver bullets; grotesque thimbles of deathly spoil
At last, I greet the end of time to nurse my wounds in the underworld
Among my blackest brethren
Meeting Gaia, merging as one
I once knew of love forlorn; a shadow cast long by the stars
And the apparition that haunts my dreams has gathered my fate in its jaws
Then I wake up, aghast!
This desperate world will kneel before me
For I have the sacred task of shifting in the shadows below me
I am a cairn, collecting such ash
The tombs of my pawns eclipse me
Under the hood, huffing the gas, making this summit something fitting
Skin of wolf, skin of man: the yarn of our uniform unravels
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Ash & Petrichor
06:06
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Will our deaths prove a righteous will, in this act of grand vanity?
The bloody birth of noble chagrin; a death knoll is promised to thee
First rain upon a tyrant’s stain - The flag burns laughing like a witch
Temple of the trampled
Bloody sun reaping its rays
The harlot on the dolman
Pitiful tears for fallen dreams
The mirror brings light to dark corners, my reflection collapses to dust
When I too face reckoning, will this dreaded nightmare be fact?
The maiden gestures strangely in the corner; “Kill and don’t look back”
My body means nothing to me; this flesh may hold, but I’ll never stop
The worms of my grave greet me early
Death deserted boundaries long ago
Better luck to my usurper; tidings of venomous encouragement
Shrouding the past in a bloodbath - Setting fire to the family tree
For hatred is a succubus; a gaping maw like Charybdis
I’m forbidden to search for my purpose, the purpose finds me broken and naked
May this blackness find me worthless and spit me back out in the stars
Our pains kindred and divergent
Scars brand a mocking birth
The rain brings with it winds of clarity
In the fog, I slit my throat and we establish our pleasantries
A cloak downwind flies for hope; set it ablaze to seek them out
A cloak downwind flies for hope; fields are razed, make clear the route
My body means nothing to me; this flesh may hold, but I’ll never stop
The worms of my grave greet me early
Death deserted boundaries long ago - Its’ cape downwind devours hope
It captures her gaze and drags us all into the light
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Stolen Clairvoyance
05:51
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The warlocks in our skies gave birth to our winter for warpaths
They then forged the twisted dirk to flay the leprous offspring
The villages we’ve despaired in passing now be ashes in our eyes
Undisturbed by bitter tears
As I mourn strange, charred cadavers
Behold this omen of God’s will
Does this mercy equate justice, truly?
Like an apparition whisking through the ivy netherworld gate
Pests find desperate pleasure in the mold of mother’s body
For a moment, she returns to me as a disconnected twitch
For this moment, I believe we’ll embrace and I’ll return as her boy
But before her now is a specter
These eyes abyssal, this soul destroyed
Behold this omen of God’s will
Does this mercy equate justice, truly?
Like a holy scripture dropping from the skeletal fingers of fate
Crossing the Styx in this crater caked in the gore of Crusade
Flame raking through children like leaves rotting in cold twilight
The killers that sleep in these ruins will become like crooked shadows
Swallowed by this relentless dark age to become one mangled mask of man
In this great Monolith of time
Scraping these clouds hanging tired
Drinking their sunlight and stealing their clairvoyance
Crossing the Styx in this crater caked in the gore of Crusade
The sky, a sea of noxious grey smoke
Beneath it, a vast and hopeless grave
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4. |
The Blessing
02:37
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Yggdrasil Ablaze
08:21
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I put my head in the heart of a world; and that world is burning
Crust mired in unholy gases, a curtain concealing endless decay
Crocodile tears, stigmatized serpent
Reptilian skin now frail again
All vengeful phantasms culling in vain like long dead leaves homesick to their stem
Like a blood moon, the great tree wanes: an age in dejection looms behind the drapes
When dead roots drop from her noisome body, seeds of penury scatter like gems in the waste
She once flourished, a duchess of light; now harlequin betrothed to anguish
A dove denied its musing flight, and a shepherd with flock fallen to madness
A beacon wreathed in erratic flame destined to collapse – As all fires must
Like a martyr and bleeding heart married, to die forsaken and trampled to dust
I’ve knocked all my arrows, I’m eager to let loose of the bow
I’ve corrupted my heart waiting for death
It is not mine which paints the portrait of woe
Like ivy, she takes - Kindred to the sea
The day may yet come she returns my hope to me
Her womb now barren and tears never cease
An inferno burns at her core – Ablaze evermore
Fire sleeps its restless heart in her arms, beneath the tree at the end of fate
Sire in the grasp of her Earthen charms, rocked by the waves crashing on her skull
Caressed by her breath, pregnant with hateful storms
Her molten heart, weeping fire to exact her scorn
All will be spared from harm: this fire asleep in her arms
Blessed be, eternally in my arms, beneath the tree at the end of all paths
Sire the roots that thrive beneath my bridge
Demonstrate penitence, execute wrath
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Gangrenous fissure, a disgruntled farewell to the tissue
A maudlin war cry aimlessly echoes, lovelorn to comrades departed
My curse muffled in disdain; my birthright blessing be pain
I turn my back to these hills of sorrow and all comes clear in virulent rain
Stifled tears in the stench, tread crushing the trench
Curdling blood in my heart quells for nothing but death
Shellshock brings on the wake, the nausea, the shakes
My body becomes a cocoon and my soul is lost in the frame
Where have the bodies gone?
A formless mass of martyred flesh
A vampiric holy war; fangs barbed in razor mesh
All becomes clear in virulent rain
My funeral portrait in a puddle; cracked portal of mythical murder
Cataclysm clutching the border
Sacred sigils chip and splinter
They are coming for the crones, agents draped in impious shrouds
The knell tolling in our homes and the kiss to unholy grounds
Sell your blood to the rancid soil
Mother pregnant with mutant cub, bosom befouled by royals
Vermin fucking in the mud
Egregious markings in our bloodline, now spilling disfigured aftermath
The ink is dry, now spills mankind in a whisper of petrichor and ash
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No Man's Land
02:51
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Birthed into a barbed horizon
Pandemonium shredding the sunlight
All was drifting smoke and surging shadow beyond the onslaught impure
Bodies reduced to pools of wax
Muddled and broken cocoon
Endless fields of rotting Earth garnished with gristle and bone
Pestilence on the prairie
The roots of the rogue adversary
Tangling in terror is the coffin; pallbearer of the mystic planet
Gnarled hands of the abyss clutching the sickly humanity
Screaming retardation bathed in light; the essence malnourished but so pure
The thunder of carnage cracks
Chiseling a prophecy of oneiric wrath
The citadel will collapse, and we will fuck in the ruin
And what of the haggard God?
Beyond the mustard vortex of death, squabbling and sobbing in cavern corners
The horror of losing control
And now, trembling in that corner
My god is crying in eternal shadow
Naked, bloody and torn; an echo forlorn
Forever reverberating and forever lost
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9. |
Ring Of Perdition
05:53
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Within this carnal ring of perdition; defacement and destiny
Flayed as flesh from the bone of fate, the dwindling dance of flame
This inferno within forever conflagrates
For the faces now ash in my dreams are servants to the hungry hellfire
There is no victory corroding with me in this tomb
There is no tale to twist, nor blossom to bloom
Sweetly she sings to me her macabre dirge of despair
The vixen of sweet cessation
I recollect the dust of my heart
Each face, a begotten fragment of the light I held dear in the coil
Each kiss, bitter with baneful bile
Each word spoken, lathered in oil
Each dagger that sings serenity rusts in the blood of silence
The stench of despair thick in the air; arid kingdom of pestilence
Hold back the waves that crash on the shoreline
Take to the oaks, observant and wise
Hold back the banner that falls on the frontline
And behold the pyre alit in my eyes
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