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The Coldest Fire
02:09
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Instrumental
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When a desuete mind
Drowns into
Throes of wisdom among
Crumbling walls,
Feeble worm that usurped
Throne of soul
Finds a rapture within
Past in its eyes.
Dim flames,
Vain claims,
Who tames the time itself?
In an infinite search
For the words,
In unquenchable thirst
For Beyond
Lies sweet madness of finding
The tortured head
Wreathed with nauseous crown
Of consenescence
Nothing changed when one
Spilled the blood
Nothing changes when one
Sees the stars
Nothing will recompense
Sin of man
But the Temple Of Gold
In eternity
One can witness the Gate
High above
While perpetual lights
Die in dust
Die in dust
Die
Food for worms
Having a gleeful stare
Reflecting fire
In eyes blind for so long
At the edge of being
Flesh becomes one
With itself
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3. |
Of Things Never Finished
04:33
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Ugly creatures, tricky features
No one would emboss
Lines and flashes burn in fractious
Ordinance of loss
Inside
Phantom roams in zodiac
Spilling dust behind its back
In Hate
Unable just to
Wait
With urge to desecrate
The way of things
That never face their end
All is nuisance, all in ruins
From the outset
Taciturn eyes can’t discern
A creeping silhouette
Of
Hate
Unable just to
Wait
With urge to desecrate
The way of things
That never face their end
No rest
No end
No death or life
No rest
No end
No death or life
Some things will never end
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Nystagmus
03:50
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An eye for an eye
The stare tries to gnaw
Through faces and thoughts
Through mirrors and dust
White flies at the edge of sight
White bile in the rotten heart
A hectic stare that hides the sharp
Ovipositor of oppression
A hall after hall
The stare seeks for prey
Thin skin cannot hide
Foul humming within awry head
While dust in the cup of skull
White blood on the porcelain teeth
A frantic stare that cannot find
The prolocutor of recession
Strike of blade on sight
Rustle crawls through night
Shadows lurk in eyes
Full of putrid fright
Black nails in the mouth of God
Black wings over newborn moon
The frenzy stare that never shown
A slightest glimpse of reflection
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Torment of drops
Landing on ice cold stone
Blind chasm gazes from
Crevices on ruined palate
Last long ordeal
No one manage to bear
Licking the poison of life
From the walls of cell
Seizures of yore
Haunt
Shadows of dead,
Gaunt
Here, in the heart of decay
Nothing can sprout
Weakness impassively lurks
As antlion
Among the spiritual drought
Pull the nail just out of your
Hand
Fall into the darkness nothing able
To withstand
Embers witness graceless sign of
Your end
Nether waters sing you
To descend
Seizures of past
Cease
Shadows of dead
Tease
Here, in the heart of collapse
Nothing will sprout
Thirst for Beyond stands still
As dead tree
Among the spiritual drought
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The Greatest Of Circles
03:47
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Hallowed grace and blissful virtue
Pour on Earth in vain amends
How does one endure the urge to
End its life when nothing
Ends?
Numb
Succumb
The outcome
Is nigh
Bound by inner instinctive way to thrive,
Human souls rot in circle of endless life
Antecedents is so deep where no one can delve
Every beast of the earth just devours itself
Breathe
Beneath
The world bequeathed
Is nigh
Bound by inner instinctive way to die,
Human souls rot in noose of unending tie
Future sights means no thing to a torrid wealth
Stop it, begin again and devour yourself
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