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Moth
04:23
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I see the light
I progress toward
Burning my sight and my wings as I fall from grace
Dormant we are to remain
Many before us have been known to fail
We see their bodies rotten and stale
Stare into their eyes as we await our time
Dusty and musty, chewing away, next in line
Continuously hammered by filthy claws of sin
The atmosphere shakes my form
Time stands still as my body gives from within
Burning from the inside, Too close to the light
Brute force and heat have taken the best of us
Along I proceed with their particles covering me
As I go on, partts of me become particles of me
Onward through the dust, smoke, and wind
I fall from grace once more
Wings turning to ash, my body falls
Betrayed by the promise of glory
Last to die among my tortured kind
Pain, despair, and death devouring
My soul parts way to a new life
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Hija De Las Tinieblas
04:18
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Somewhere there exists a woman who walks with no shadow
Dragging her feet across a room with no floor
Her sight reaches beyond the bounds of time
But there is only emptiness where there should be eyes
Hija de las Tinieblas, tu risa no me espanta
Tienes forma diabolica, pero alma de santa
Hija de las tinieblas, sin miedo de digo
Como el fuego se apaga con el viento, asi mismo morrias conmigo
Cascading darkness caps her nightmare filled head
Her dress woven from threads of screams and fear
Her skin the ash of a thousand eternities burned
Her muscles hate, anger, and despair
Her bones the pillars of everything that could ever be
Her blood the agitated voices of those who cannot speak
She stares at us through mirrors
I feel her presence, but she is never there
Hija de las Tinieblas, tu risa no me espanta
Tienes forma diabolica, pero alma de santa
Hija de las tinieblas, sin miedo de digo
Como el fuego se apaga con el viento, asi mismo morrias conmigo
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Jukai
03:22
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Aokigahara, forever enveloped in myth
The final place of rest to those who welcome their last breath
Serpentine paths like veins flow through the depths of the evergreens
The sea of trees sways with waves of blood and tears
In the distance, echoing shrieks of pain
Tortured minds, weakened bodies give in
Making my ascent, the old tree reeks of death
Its jagged bark relentlessly tears flesh
Reaching the highest branch, my heard heavy with despair
The noose nicely tightened, I leap right off the edge
Suicide
Horrors from the past whistle through the leaves
Jukai screams, the terror rings
Left behind
Alone and forgotten falling through the mist
A sudden stop, a snapping shock
Aokigahara, forever enveloped in myth
The final resting place to those who welcome their last breath
Leaving the earthly realm once and for all
Walking now among them, the specter welcomes me
Ancient Spirits surrounding me
Ghosts of the insane, the old, and the infirm
Left to die throughout the years along with those who lost all hope
Rotting slowly with the roots or swinging from their ropes
Jukai screams
The terror rings
Haunting from within the sea of trees
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Altar Of Extinction
04:17
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A world lit only by fire
Civilization now a myth and lore
Temples to rubble
Turn to ash, dust, and stone
The gods just hang their heads
Saddened by the greed and the abuse and the annihilation
Thinking of what could of been, the sorrow burns too deep
But Creation knew better than to intervene
Any good left in their souls was slowly eclipsed
By the savage impulse that would carry them to their end
No hope, no resurrection, no penance, no salvation
Creation on its knees
The taste of blood still lingering, it holds the corpses of its children
then throws them to the hounds
Death waits patiently from the other side of the grave
It knows Creation's intentions and readies in the welcoming void
Erase it all
No use restoring what this has become
To destroy a world, its creator must first destroy himself
And so, it shall be
In a final fit of anger creation breaks his neck
Viciously tearing at himself, anguished to the end
Angels grieve in silence as the heavens sing their ode to cruelty
The severed head of all creation falls to the altar of total extinction
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