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Ex Obscurum
02:30
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Further Into Dis
06:33
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They come in shadows
From the foulest depths
To do their gods’ will
Bringing pain and misery
Offered up in sacrifice
A child not born
Shrouded in fog
The scream of sirens warn of death
Trapped in my small room
Haunted by my sins
Dispatch a legion
Of my darkest fears
Chased by shadows
Lurking through the rot
Scream they’ve come
Deformed beyond description
Taunting the last shreds
Of my sanity
Inhuman
Contortions
Brought on by past sins
Festering
Stench of
Decaying flesh
She dreams
Of the light
Justice paid in pain
They come in shadows
From the foulest depths
To do their gods’ will
Bringing pain and misery
The labyrinth never ends
Not till every sin is atoned
Give them back the life lost
Mangled flesh rotting carcass
Devour the holy
A bond from worlds beyond
Diving deeper
Into the filth
The veil drops to reveal
An existence
Torn by lies
And blind conviction
His great call will be
my demise
Slip through
their fleshy
Blood-stained fingers
Give up
The dying
As the sirens scream
No hope
No more light
Falling further into Dis
They come in shadows
From the foulest depths
To do their gods’ will
Bringing pain and misery
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Traveled the great veil
Seen many wonders
Been on this path of solitude
for so long
I've witnessed the Alpha
Won't last for Omega
Gazed into
the singularity
Been blasted by gamma
Blanketed by absolute zero
Watched birth
then come of age
Wither to a wretched end
I blaze and I burn
as I start to break apart
Bear witness to my greatest art
I will make all things new
Purified by cosmic flames
An unstoppable force
on a collision course
Wave goodbye to my brothers
they can't soar as I do
as my life slips away
A hundred thousand miles
gone in my final hour
Tear through the aurora
as the ancients watch in awe
I'm just a statistic
in a world full of sadists
I bring the blinding light
Bathe in the glory
of a million suns
Wither to a wretched end
I blaze and I burn
as I start to break apart
Bear witness to my greatest art
I will make all things new
Purified by cosmic flames
An unstoppable force
on a collision course
Touch the heavens in me
I give absolution
I reward you with oblivion
Vaporize the sins of now
to usher in a peace of emptiness
Wander and be lost no more
The enigma you'll soon know
Engulfed in a flash
I share my knowledge with you
as we both return
A great crack in the sky
and I am among you
Let go of the pressure
The very voice of God
On a collision
I will make all things new
Wither to a wretched end
I blaze and I burn
as I start to break apart
Bear witness to my greatest art
I will make all things new
Purified by cosmic flames
An unstoppable force
on a collision course
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My Lord
We beseech thee with an offering
Virgin flesh from the source
Yours for the reaping
That we might conjure
insight most foul
A pure mind ripe with hope
Her soft skin, like porcelain
raised with a chill
No more tears wasted out of fear
What’s yet to come has sapped all will
No more struggles, no more struggles
Acceptance that her life will be
better served on the altar
As a conduit to traverse to the end
Let this one be your vector
Wading in the depths
Ready to eclipse the sun
Plunge this world into eternal cold
Reconstruct the dark world of old
This mortal world made of ice
First step laid upon this sacrifice
Venture our quest
vanquished be yours
To claim and conquer all
Blood in blood out
To the six or above
One flesh unto you
The blood freezes
Your portal left in mangled pieces
Her soft skin, like porcelain
raised with a chill
No more tears wasted out of fear
What’s yet to come has sapped all will
No more struggles, no more struggles
Acceptance that her life will be
better served on the altar
As a conduit to traverse to the end
Let this one be your vector
Wading in the depths
Ready to eclipse the sun
Plunge this world into eternal cold
Reconstruct the dark world of old
This mortal world made of ice
First step laid upon this sacrifice
Eyes roll back and turn black
Only a dead stare gazes back
With a touch of death
And frosted breath
The Summoning begins
Give us this day Our six pounds of flesh
In a dead womb grows The cephalopod god
Conceived in violence Consuming its way out
Mine eyes unto you Great Lord of the Labyrinth
Lift us with your cold embrace
We release you from the mire
As our blades pierce her flesh
We six with our unhallowed familiar
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