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Apex Tidal
01:43
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Phantasmagoria
04:10
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Everything I’ve lived for has caused me pain, while
Everyone that’s living is suffering
Why would I waste my chance, when
Everything is meant to be broken in the end?
Voices call me, begging to breath,
When the winter wind whips against my wicked skin
Desecrator must be born again.
Sailing outwards, I must search for Him
Legends speak of a forbidden tomb
Hidden amongst waves and guarded by Her doom
An orchestra of light and thunder
Storms building strength to pull me under
Swirling waters crash and beckon me downwards to Death
Ruptured skies bleed down
Tearing at my being
Nothing will stop me.
I am His calling.
Storms follow me. She knows my intentions: sacrifice
I will give my life to Him
I am His calling, born into service.
He’ll speak through me, I am His puppet
I live for my Death.
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I journey forth, into a sea of placid water
Across pernicious passages that thrive on misfortune
After years, I’ve finally mapped my way to Him
Every sound is muffled into nonexistence
This tranquil scene of serenity,
surrounded in a noxious fog yet I continue forward
There She sits stagnant, perched upon her pedestal of ebony
Protruding from black, obsidian depths, massing above the fog.
Guarding His tomb from all who wish to free Him…
So She stands in my way.
CJ McCreery:
[Bloodlust, you will not stand in my way. Disembowel, dissect, disfigure the remains. I slice open her chest and dismember limb from limb to ensure eradication. Decapitate and hoist the lifeless head upon my back, my mangled trophy. Nothing can stand in my way.]
Below the surface within the gorge, a chasm of boundless black
Blood clouds the water
Now the keeper sinks lifeless, fading into the fissure
A forgotten goddess laid to rest
Below the surface, sinking alone
The goddess bestowed a curse
With her last thought, she whispered in mind
“You shall rot while living,”
An affliction: she’s doomed me to suffer life
“You’ll see seasons of flies.”
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Seasons of Flies
04:41
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I stand a broken, withered, tattered man
Hunched over, counting every grain of sand
I wait for Death to finally speak my name
Lifetimes of longing seem to me to be the same
I’ve burned, and burned until my skins blistered
I’ve felt the warmth of icy blades
I’ve choked and gasped while sinking towards the depths
I’ve maimed myself in seeking death
I won’t let this be my existence for eternity
Bleeding and screaming, then breathing again.
Ceaselessly living a life with no death
(over and over and over again)
I keep killing myself but it won’t fucking end
It won’t end.
I keep killing myself.
[Salsa break]
Serving His dark, twisted bidding to killing,
I slew the Goddess that suppressed His will.
In Her last moments alive on this Earth,
Bellowing softly, she seeded this curse
Needing a servant to serve as His host,
I was to become His being engrossed.
Proving Her cunning, She prolonged His rest
By making me worthless in halting my death.
I’ve burned, and smoldered till I turned to ash
I’ve bled and dismembered my composition
I stand a broken, withered, tattered man,
I wait for Death to finally speak my name.
Death won’t speak my name
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Deathwrought
06:14
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All men seek fortune, life’s greatest prize,
but few men take action and capitalize.
Waiting and waiting, they squander their lives.
With nothing they’ll live and with nothing they’ll die.
I cannot kill myself. My ashes must be ingested by those who crave my death.
Breeding simple minds, I watched the peasants procreate.
Generations passed as my disdain to hate.
Everything I stole made up everything I owned;
lifted of their virtues while I slowly took control.
Raping their culture then claiming their land,
their anguish fueled me more: performing Death’s dance.
Those that feel are truly weak, pitiful creatures unable to see.
Their graves were chosen at birth, beaten till broken and absent of worth.
Accepting of their place beneath me.
Broken glass and splintered wood.
Woken from my sleep I hear their screams,
they came through my doors and dragged me forth.
With no remorse, with no discourse, they dragged me forth.
Nothing- nothing is left...
because I took it all.
I- I took it all for myself.
Dragged through their pathetic fucking town by a rope around my neck.
Spitting their filth upon my face in contempt.
The fires burn as they raise me higher.
One stone is thrown for every misdeed that I have committed.
I lost sight. Every choice I made was matter over mind, then turn blind eyes.
While they took my life, they will always know inside: I took their pride.
You’re all worthless.
You’re all fucking worthless.
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