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A Grey Dawn Rises
03:13
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I think back to before you came.
You have changed me; I am not the same.
Now you’re gone again, only scars remain.
Only doubts and shame.
Even through night, so dark and cold.
I was warm with you beside me,
The night could not take hold.
You were the sun, but now a Grey Dawn Rises
Over a cold dead world.
I am descending now
I am only an empty shadow
A wretch that sees himself
Reflected in the world
All the hatred and spite of humanity
All the wasted potential.
And it makes me sick.
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Away from the human stain,
Parasitic Effluent.
Where the world convulses,
With the breeding and slaughter of cattle.
The breath of humanity
Is putrid like an abattoir
Upon your temple of Solomon,
I place wood and build a pyre.
Through infernal chanting I burn Eden with a falling star.
And the whores of your church
Are torn and thrown
to the Beast’s mouth.
The human herds will be
A glutton for the wolves
That bay for the weak of will
Those who are slaves for the master’s whip.
Only sheep need a shepherd,
Only Slaves need chains.
No creeds, no race, or Gods of men.
No forgiveness, no paradise.
The rock will evaporate and the sea will crack, wide open
And reveal truth. The one purity.
That before: there was nothing
And after that, even less will endure.
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All the marvels of the world will fade,
to smoldering ash and dust.
Passing into the endless night,
Forgotten forever.
What comfort did it bring you?
We are unnoticed amongst exploding stars.
Such a breathtaking site;
Such beauty can be found here,
In the infinite emptiness of sorrow.
Once you accept that nothingness can be
so much more than everything
you will ever amount to.
Then you can lose your hope in a future
not worth fighting for.
At the end of Time and Space
I am no longer confined
to the corruption
of life.
What comfort will you find
in existing in this cold?
Without the faintest glimmer
In the dark.
The world collapses around me,
The ground falls away.
Leaving no trace, no consequence.
No nightfall, no break of day.
And will I find comfort?
After all is done.
The inevitable end, always too soon.
And somehow I always knew
it was never meant to be.
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4. |
Devotatio Ad Satan
06:40
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Vexilla Regis produent Inferi.
Veritas Diaboli manet in aeternum.
Ascendam in caelum, et super astra
Dei exaltabo solium meum.
Feast of the Flesh and the Blood of the Lamb.
Man is blind and dumb without you.
The morning star shines a light in the dark.
Prometheus rise: These chains cannot hold you.
We were slaves but now we feed on fruit.
Now we are masters of will.
The sycophantic slaves
feed from the trough of hypocrisy.
The sun is dead; the moon is black.
The world is cold and frozen.
Deep within, the fires of Hell rage.
Hear the trumpets salute the abyss.
The Angels of Yahweh writhe like worms.
Wings torn asunder, bellies to the ground.
Nephilim trample their broken shapes,
as they cry for their impotent father.
We are legion; we are one.
Filled with an immortal hate.
We have the courage to never submit or yield.
Belial stands strong and Ashmedai marches on.
Devotatio ad Satan.
Devotatio Ad Satan.
Humanity is a virus.
And there’s only one cure:
to be no more.
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5. |
Descent From Dysthymia
04:12
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(instrumental)
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6. |
Becoming Perfection
06:53
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Have you not bled for dead gods?
Do you not pray in isolation?
For the resurrection of zombie Christ?
This fiction of a life’s purpose.
Do you not fall to your knees,
in pathetic admiration?
As the sky ignores your cries.
You weep, trapped by your own existence.
Hysteria takes over.
Cold plunge, In lonely waters
While you sink, every watery breath
pulls you deeper
And nothing, no-one hears you die.
Who cared to listen?
Vision tunnels; fade to black.
Only cold welcomes you.
The salvation you craved,
always just out of reach.
Your misery and despair was a maze of mirrors
You're staring back at yourself.
Perfection like the wind and cold.
The silence before the storm.
The death of the self,
from the grave to the womb.
And the world is cold,
And the world is numb,
to your existence,
To your pitiful shape.
Its time to return to the world,
that birthed you,
but you have forgotten.
Lost memories.
You are becoming perfection
As your ‘being’ melts away.
Your consciousness is swallowed
Assimilated into the universe.
You are becoming perfection!
As you slowly rot and decay.
Your life may yet find meaning
With its end.
You are becoming perfection
Perfection, at the end.
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7. |
Humanity
01:46
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8. |
Opening The Gates
05:18
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Zazas Zazas Nasatanada Zazas.
True chaos is the great void, Choronzon.
Where churches crumble and god is lost
in the shadows of the horns.
Forward we march.
Open the gates of time.
Onwards we march,
To oblivion.
My visions are of expansive space,
of crushing emptiness.
Beyond the edge of the universe;
A chasm beyond comprehension.
Then, with a sudden light, a million suns rise.
Burning my flesh to ash.
The gravity pulls my bones away.
Crushing my form.
Only silence remains.
Only echoes endure.
Zazas Zazas Nasatanada Zazas.
Satan is the great light in the void of faith.
The great adversary that frees man from god;
Eternally.
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9. |
Drown
06:41
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Feeling heavy.
When nothing seems to change,
and nothing stays the same.
Days pass by in a blur,
though time moves slow.
Drink the poison.
Trying to forget,
the days you can’t remember.
Trapped in your open cell.
The bottle tips again,
again and again,
and again.
Feeling the tide rising.
Self-loathing grows from self-pity.
Body, already rotten and hollow, turned to stone;
Once strong, now eroding to dust.
Submit to your self-destruction.
You are doomed to eternal slavery.
Whether to the void or fictitious gods;
Its death, just death.
So sink further below
the swallowing undertow.
Drowning in the nectar;
a watery kiss from the Sirens mouth.
Scattered to the rocks and waves.
The allure of the dark deep twisted sickness
Consumes you.
Consumes you.
The bottle tips again.
Salute to the abyss.
You are a shadow of a parasite, devoid of soul.
The bottle tips again
In sullen adoration.
Carry the weight of your failures;
a rock about your neck.
You are so frail, as you grovel in the filth.
Your sycophantic decadence,
In the presence of your gods.
Skin so pale, ghoulish face,
pathetic, worthless, without grace.
You are so frail.
Time is falling away,
like so many grains of sand.
You will be buried deep beneath,
Throat clogged with grit.
Lungs split and bleed.
Crying for your god.
Too fucking late.
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10. |
Of Forgotten Places
09:54
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On frozen trails of bitter cold,
The moon creeps through the bare branches.
An eerie light illuminating the snow.
Deathlike silence.
The barrow lies ahead,
Beyond the edge of the forest.
Where the mist lays thick.
Among the dead.
Wraiths hang low
over the un-hallowed ground.
Moving to the trees and
disappearing into the black.
I lie in eternal sleep
Though my body is not at rest.
A Draugr haunts this frozen wood;
A Ghoul that moves only as shadow.
In the dark belly of this ancient place;
The barrow lands of old.
Forgotten, forsaken,
to the frozen forests cold.
Slowly I decay
In silence, beneath the frozen ground.
Roots tunnel through my body
I am interred in earthen sarcophagus.
Though I am dead and cold
I still dream.
Of long forgotten places.
I still dream of cold and hidden paths.
Of Forgotten Places of old,
Of cold and hidden paths,
That the dead will walk.
That the dead will keep.
Dúnedain is fallen,
Great Kingdom is lost.
Only the dead will remember,
Only the dead.
Will keep it so.
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