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Envisioned in Scars
04:39
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And there it was;
The vast desert on the palm of my hand
An ocean of black sands
Without borders or name
Only seen by those
Who are willing to see
An angel flew across the landscape
Faceless and obscure
Singing songs of salvation
Redemption thru’ self-harm and suicide
“Acts of violence are of God and thus divine”
Said the tongue of drought
Somewhere in the labyrinth
Of my mind
Are these sensations of pain
Reflections of my true nature
Or broken images
From a meaningless dream
That ends as surely as
The life itself
A shadow flew across the landscape
Shapeless and enigmatic
Shrieking songs of salvation
Redemption thru’ self-harm and suicide
There it was;
The vast black desert
And I
In the middle of everything
Every single cell of my body
Screaming in cacophonous unison
Slowly drowning
Into the circle of consumption
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In Purifying Essence
04:19
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Falling through white marble skies
Floating in the primordial waters
Where all the thoughts and words are born
A total death trip
Have you ever tried to reach
The shadows in the corners of your eyes
And suddenly got devoured
By the jaws of abyssal darkness
Cleanse me! Purify me
From the memories and deeds that I am
Devour my heart and flesh
Let them be reborn as a new me
Inside my true mothers womb
I murdered myself multiple times
And the corpses gave birth
To a seven headed beast
Again... A total death trip
Fly across the shining marble
Drown in the stygian streams
A total death trip!
Cleanse me! Purify me
From the memories and deeds that I am
Devour my heart and flesh
Let them be reborn as a new me
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Inside the circle of pain, of fear
and cold reality of hopelessness
Did you really believe
that the seeds of consolation would bloom here
Mass consumption of blood and souls
Let their every cell become a part of this offering
Their throats are cut
by the shards of broken promises
Broken like this world of glass
Broken like the spine of Yahweh
Mass dissolution of blood and souls
Let the womb of horrors open again
And we shall sing a song
for the new order in burning heaven
Upon the throne of shattered bones
Praised be that day
Every mouth chanting the strangest prayer
in the name of the angel of thousand forms
Who once will crawl forth
from the womb of death
...praised be that day!
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The mistress of the dead appears
Not to be dressed in black
But in varying shades of red
Like the certain countess
The crescent is her sword
And the sun is the spirits of fiery death
Summoned through
Our throats and wounds
And soon we all bathe in blood
Like the certain lady once in Cachtice
Where will your gods be
When your sons grow foolish and impotent
And you are too weak
To fight for a proper future
Where will your faith be
When your daughters carry barren wombs
Giving birth to
The new defeats of tomorrow
During the days of total genocide
We float like ashen grey flakes
And watch the worlds of men burn
Just like they deserve
No hope at the end of the darkest road
Just plain, simple, quick crack in the neck
And we will watch the world burn
Just like it deserves
In the scorching fires of Ragnarök
It shall be made as new
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Sepulchral Curse Turku, Finland
Death Metal from Turku, Finland.
Vocals - Kari Kankaanpää
Guitars - Jaakko
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Guitars - Aleksi Luukka
Bass & Backing Vocals - Niilas Nissilä
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