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Mausoleums
09:10
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Walls of paper, bed of stone
Flesh falls away from bone
Putrefaction fills my plate
Bleak foreshadow of my fate
In winter’s choking grasp
I finally breathe my last
I’m not the first to fall
In this city without walls
Streets lined with mausoleums
Monuments to our decay
Stained glass, cold ash: burnt offerings
On bloodied knees we pray
In winter’s choking grasp
I finally breathe my last
I’m not the first to fall
In this city without walls
In winter’s choking grasp
I finally breathe my last
I’m not the last to fall
In this city without walls
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Silver Light
05:32
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The change is on…
In the silver light - I lost you far too soon
Never saw this coming - Sure as the rising of the moon
The change was on
Something hardened in your eyes
Love was gone
What was truth became disguise
In the silver light - I lost you far too soon
The years behind us - Feel so distant now
Let me hold this moment - To make this right somehow
The change is on
And it’s pulling us apart
The truth of what you are
Is tearing out my heart
Heart bleeding - Lungs screaming
Claws ripping - Mouth dripping
In the silver light - I lost you far too soon
The change was on - Sure as the rising of the moon
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Inheritance
08:05
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Do you still know that certain smell?
Does it creep into your nostrils
And wrack your mind with memories
And wrack your guts with guilt and shame?
Did you think time would never tell?
How deep did you bury this?
Sins of the father can’t come clean
I bear this cross now in your name
Don’t think to look for
Grace in a shattered heart
But see what beauty grows
In the garden of your lies
Your arms like chains…
Anchor’s embrace…
You drag me down…
And in your new god
I hope you’ve found forgiveness
For look what beauty grows
In the garden of your lies
The family we’ve lived without…
The selfishness of love…
In the sublime light
Of man’s evil inheritance
I’ve seen what beauty grows
In the garden of our lies
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Tithe
06:50
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Your search for signs - Finds only lies
No second coming here - No glorious rebirth
A winter wind - Like fate’s hand beckoning
Carries the final truth - This world cares not for you
And in the final darkness
You seek your great reward
Have all your good works bought you
Anything at all?
Gods make no home on Earth
Your temple so inviting
Calls only to men
And still you pay the tithe
And when the hammer falls
And drives the final nail in
Has your devotion bought you
Anything at all?
Gods make no home on Earth
Your temple so inviting
Calls only to men
And still you pay the tithe
And when the hammer falls
And drives the final nail
Has your devotion
Bought you anything at all?
Wages of sin - Will cost you everything
Chained to a false belief - A martyr to yourself
Your legacy - A chilling breeze
Blowing scattered leaves - Of a wasted life
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Within the Mist
01:52
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What Dreadful Music
07:44
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There is no up or down - Fear amorphous flows like blood
Don’t sleep, danger lurks here - Pain is your destination
Forgotten sunrise - Lost horizon
Violated, mental raping- What dreadful music, haunts your dreams
Fly before the Night - Comes to Decide - What fate awaits you
In the living shadows
Of this cursed place
Locked doors, a maze of dead ends - Dead ending, a date and time
Scattered thoughts like ancient treasure - Lost to darkness, just like you
This is no place to rest - Flesh is weak and will be tempted
Grim acceptance, waking horror - What blissful madness takes you over
Fly before the Night - Comes to Decide - What fate awaits you
In the living shadows
Of this cursed place
Left alone - But not alone
Here to die
One last hope - beyond hope
Death to try
Cast my prayers with my love
up to God
One last hope - beyond hope - Suicide
Do I live? Would I know?
Where’s the road to take me home?
There is no up or down - Darkness is the only master
Don’t sleep - danger lurks here - What dreadful music haunts your dreams?
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Of Wisdom and War
07:18
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When walls start closing in again - All you can hear are the echoes
A war that rages in your head - I hope you’re drowning in it
And there’s no good to come from this
All sound and fury and useless
No enemy takes the field
Whose is the blood that’s spilled?
And you’re feeding the beast
Self-flagellation - no release
There is no path to peace
When you’re feeding the beast
Am I my brother’s keeper?
Who sows shall be the reaper
Scrubbing hands in the acid bath
Shedding skin - shedding past
And I’m feeding the beast
A sacrifice for my release
My only path to peace
So I’m feeding the beast
And the walls are closing in - And the echoes come again
Circling vultures wheel and spin - I’m fucking drowning in it…
Out from the shadows that shaped me - Strong enough to make you hate me
Unburdened now by cross or crown - I watch the ancients overthrown
And there’s no good to come from this
All sound and fury and useless
Am I my brother’s keeper?
Who sows shall be the reaper
I hope you’re drowning in it…
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Angels on Fire
07:39
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Look there
Just over the city, do you see them?
Like angels on fire, they’re coming
To take you home. Don’t be afraid
That’s just thunder, shaking the walls
Bringing the house down around you
Pounding our world to dust.
And then you’re gone but you’re here
And I’m still holding what was once you
While what was my heart
Bleeds out through my eyes, to never return
This ground is not made sacred by your blood
And this land will never be holy again
Each night I pray for the angels to wrap me
In their burning arms and take me to you
Have I sinned too much
To meet you in Heaven?
Am I too impure to feed the fires
Of the Holy War that’s left me so
Profane and alone?
How can I believe in a god that allows this?
Profane and alone… I cannot believe…
This ground is not made sacred by our blood
And this land will never be holy again
Can’t see the horizon for the glare
The smell of death, the taste of sickness in the air
Push button… push button…
Warfare
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