1. |
Abomination of Time
03:10
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This realm lay in ruin.
The earth moans as I stir.
An abomination of time;
This glimpse of a prophet of light.
Come to me. (x2)
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2. |
The Black Liquid
06:09
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In the silence of desolation,
I breathe.
My seismic footfalls,
Their trembling limbs,
The forest shudders
As I walk beside them.
The stench of death
That seeps beneath
Constricts their roots of life
That I now seek.
Gone are the days of filth,
Yet still I cannot see.
The black liquid fills my eyes
And reflects the mire deep.
Tar pours from my mouth.
Silenced; a world wiped clean.
A promise eradicated:
Their remnants line the canopy.
Devastation.
As I stand here, towering
Amidst the smoldering flesh.
Judgment falls upon this earth:
The congregation of disintegration.
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3. |
Womb of Nihility
04:47
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They gaze in rapture
Of my sermon.
The ashen abyss
Of this wasteland of hate.
Where are you now?
Quarantined to nothingness.
What have you gained?
A final stillness;
Praying for anything but this.
Despair.
I bid you welcome
To this womb of nihility.
Fathom a dimension of nothing
And feast upon the plague.
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4. |
Swallowed by the Rot
07:16
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Behold: divine obliteration.
Conjure an absolute ruination.
Praying to their gods as if they’ll save them,
Deprived of all their putrid, useless skin.
Collapse at my feet as I initiate.
I see them wither away.
Ravenous faces stare aimlessly upward.
The world they once knew, erased.
Swallowed by the rot.
Banished from being,
Realize your ruin.
Force-fed hemlock
Past their shards of teeth,
For once I feel alive.
For once I breathe.
Clutching to their tongues,
Their purpose now defunct.
Eaten by the surface tar;
Swallowed by the rot.
Origin of hubris,
Witness mass extinction.
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5. |
Procession
04:37
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[instrumental]
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