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Stoor Dödhin
03:36
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Death sets its piercing glance to me
Breath of a god-deprived darkened deity
Scent leads me to which must not be seen
Bent to search for the source of these sólstafir
Four, embody horsemen sent by God
Preternatural light shooting from the roof above
Bloated and black, dewinged dove
Sick from mere air or a lack there-of
Fear-stricken heart
Hell reaching soil
Beacons of His hate for all of mankind
Cover my mouth
Cover my eyes
O Lord, I ask only from you
To spare us of this
Punishment worthy of the godless
We've only served you well
Never a doubt, impenetrable might
Not one sin
Någonsin, aldrig
Watch as it thrives, on quick blight
Stoor dödhin
Vi har fruktat dig oändligt
Mauling, swallowing yard by yard
Falling, death tarot house of cards
Flying, galloping, demon spawn
Decayed, prophesied Babylon
Bolting, stakes blown into the sky
Witchcraft, snakes mutate into flies
Dark arts, darker yet rats and mice
Feeble, now we must pay the price:
Lives
Like wooden doors greeting merciless storms
Infected sores meeting festering warmth
A thousand knives, penetration on sight
Spend the rest of our lives waiting to die
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Apostle
03:38
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O Star of Heaven, beloved of the Lord
Prays father, attempting the townsfolks accord
Silence! Lash of whips ring through a violent horde
Upon the altar he no longer stands alone
Revenge! Lust for blood and a hunger to dethrone
Who cast the first stone?
Embodiment of all that we've seen
The children of the three aren't what they have been
O Hellfire licks the scene
Once brothers and their mothers cumulate to stampede
Hang him upon an inverted cross
Unworthy of the glory of the savior he mocks
Pray all you want
Pray that they forgot
Stigmata
A faded gaze in the stained glass
Apostle of Roch
Boiling, the skin of a man once trusted with our souls
Now he rots on a throne of bones
Who can I trust?
Holy armor, rivets rust
I must confess I haven't done what I must
Now the halls run black with blood
Through the chatter all I hear is "run"
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Miasma
01:58
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Star of Bethlehem
04:30
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Alpha, omega
Godspeed pace for centuries
Ave Maria
Grant us your blessings for our belief in Thee
Alpha, omega
Vial our souls in steel
Ave Maria
Keep us safe in these times of apocalypse
Like stones detached from our bones
Lifted from sapped haulm
It seems we're so far from home
In dreams, won't aimlessly roam
We tread an endless road
For all I know we are lost carriers
We are just seeds unsown
To your skyward bough
Long for a deathbed home
Gångna från lamm och hem, sökande Eden
Stjärnan från Betlehem visar oss leden:
Strålande stjärna
Fram genom hindrande jordiska fängsel
Hän till det glindrande lustgårdens stängsel
Armar där sträckas oss, läppar där viska
Viska och räckas oss, ljuva och friska:
Strålande stjärna
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Mors CeCat CeLos
04:19
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Choke on my breath
Shook and shocked awake
Son, repayment
I pay for my mistakes
For life, his blood, my debt
Asked to remunerate
Soul has now left
His was the star of death
Find him in his bed still sleeping
Bind him by the head, blindfolded
Cold blooded murder
Quick, bury my hands in the soft end of his throat
Sick, stasis restored
Choked, choked
No, please let him go, he's our firstborn son
So innocent, he'd never hurt anyone
Still he must die
We climbed up the walls of your paradise
But I slipped and he fell down from endless heights
Took the blame but I cannot pay with my life
One last dawn
Fallen star
Writhe in pain
Little black fingers
Driven insane
Realization
By his bed
Tar-marked footsteps
Blind death has enriched heaven
And ravaged the world
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Like settlers to ruins
Stained glass walls prove our faith false
His safety, illusion
In dim lit halls, He hides it all
In leaps of faith
Our son fell away
Of promises made
I kept mine
The pain, the guilt
The blood that I've spilled
The choices I've made
Turn sorrow and hate
We are absent fathers
You and I
In leaps of faith
Our son fell away
Mind's of mazes
No way out
Of promises made
I kept mine
I gave everything
We have nothing
Now I pray His scythe reaps quick
He made us sick
A deity misanthropic
I am a godfearing man
Still a beast of his bane
And when I giveth
The Lord taketh away
Our prayers, fruitless
An echoed call from an eternal thrall
Like ruins to settlers
False cathedral was built to fall
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Sort it by Name
04:26
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Searching
The planes of the mind
Never-ending
The consequence of lies
Burning
Desire for a life
Of easing
The friction of the strife
Say its name
Mortal
Father
Distortion
This isn't the end
A calamity of Godsend
Accelerate and come into ascent
Limbo of the innocent
Will there ever be an end to this
A callous heart
To the warmth of kin
The darkest times
To the light of dawn
A thousand knives
To the test of time
stands no chance
We have a lifetime
So give it this
Feed it blood
Sort it by name
And sacrifice your love for warmth,
distortion and safety in evasion
Take callous truth
In return
Acceptance, though it burns
I know it does
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Fin
06:47
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Blackened fingertips
Skin of boiling cysts
Finality in flesh
Deterioration
We put ourselves in these
Beds of the deathly sick
The time has come to pay our debts
By and to Big Death
Lead us
Dance of Death
Fin
Of days
Of bloodline
Of love
Of all that we know
We hope to die
With each other at our sides
As feathers in her wind
Godspeed
We wither and hide
In a home unoccupied
She's untouched by our sin
She must live
Yet we live and die alone
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Shadow Curtains
03:21
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Drop the blinds
Pulling strings across the sky
As we play on a stage enshrouded
We ask our master
He never answers
Masks upon faces of unbroken crux
Smoke screens
Shadow curtains
Maester of playwright
What happens when the Lord unmasks?
Puppetmaster
What happens when the strings detach?
Hypnotist
What happens when His fingers snap?
Sun creator
What happens when the lights go out?
Sungaze
His shadow
Becomes
Holy ghost
"När jag stirrar i solen kastas skuggan i ryggen
Och jag förlorar en god vän
Den slutgiltiga förintelsen min enda chans att någonsin glömma den
Eller ett liv i mörkret och bli ett med den
Motsägelsen när solen går ner och skuggan växer
Och när döden blir enda chansen
Att någonsin få veta syftet i livslånga dyrkan av livet
En sanning jag finner när skuggan lyfter från kroppen”
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