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Blackbirth
03:08
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2. |
Prething
03:40
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Ricor
04:36
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Makraniun
03:25
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5. |
Before
03:06
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6. |
Barbs of Arrogance
05:50
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BARBS OF ARROGANCE
Placement of all shall be reconsidered with hindsight
And all necks snapped back
In the line of 7, with 7 and of 7
So be these blessings
I reach and fold and get caught
In the barbs of arrogance
A reawakening is needed
This dreaded tree stands its silent vigil
Have I promised to face it,
Or can I go around?
Does wind itself have a sound?
Or is it only heard when in contact with other objects (things)
The time has come to balance reality with non-reality
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7. |
Brain Ender
08:12
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BRAIN ENDER
Keep my brain clear of all things
All things are imperfect
Even imperfection itself has its perfect flaws
Summon all strength and dissonance
Find the chute and hollow
Apocalyp all your sins, be one with the fury
Claws Talons Twelon
All things happen
Everything is edible
Everything
Time’s passage becomes numb
Timenumb
Lifeless hopeless future
Crushing the joy out of life
Your god rots in a cave
Further destruction
Claws Talons Twelon
All things happen
Summon all strength and dissonance
Find the chute and hollow
Apocalyp all your sins, be one with the fury
And follow the trees on their slow walk
Brain the end, seek the ender, become the peace
All things happen, everything
Follow the trees on their slow walk
Brain the end, seek the ender, become the peace
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8. |
Spiritless Resolution
07:53
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SPIRITLESS RESOLUTION
My past should mean nothing
When faced with the prospect of death
Yet its the only thing that seems to appear
Old odd and listless
The emptiness
Dreaded and feared
Every step of the way
Back to human
It will be painful
So we continue onward
Less of a mind, less of a body
And constantly losing our spirit
One with all, and separate from all
Passing judgement against all living
Reminded of passing days
Watching the leaves slowly die
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9. |
Nebular Columns
05:21
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NEBULAR COLUMNS
Outer cosmic nothingness
Red gas cloud disintegration
Nebular columns
In line with our seeds to be barren
Tear the terror down
Wisdom reaps and sifts
Clouded over regions
Saints gather their wishes
And cast away ripening
Tormenting mountains of Krallice
In judgement’s health, boundaries are born
Never regretting this vengeful day
In line with our seeds to be barren
Feel the terror drown
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10. |
After
00:56
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11. |
Thunderous Antiquity
06:19
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12. |
Egyptian Slave
04:58
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13. |
The Warhorn
01:42
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14. |
Empty Ocean
05:43
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