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La Mort Blanche
06:30
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Praise the silence
And become…
Pray for our Eden,
The womb of resurrection.
Pray in silence
To become…
Let the fallen be forgiven,
And guide them to oblivion.
Strength is my star,
Silence my weapon
For our own final war
Raise the glasses,
Hold them high.
Mother Death
Is almost nigh.
You’re alone, just lost and cold:
A dirty secret to hold.
You’re alive when you look
Into the light.
One sip and
It´s done.
Our eyes will meet them
To take you to the Father Sun.
Pray in fear.
Men’s madness is clear.
All its demons, so dear,
Are for smaller souls to adhere.
Strength is my star,
Silence my weapon
For our own final war.
Will you tell me you’re alive?
When there’s nothing to hold?
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2. |
Abyss, My Lover
08:17
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No poetry this time.
No tender crows feasting
Over synchronicities
No cradles of water, I’ll be crowned.
No crying over war’s casualties.
Surrender one more time.
Gently take your idle clothes to me.
No shame in the shadows
To corrupt our dignity.
I'm delighted you came.
Welcome to the Abyss,
Where Mother Death's bosom
Is our only warmth.
Apophenia, my surrender.
Weary of the world, my servitor.
Searching for absolution, my lover.
Apophenia, the destroyer
What have you done
While I feverishly slept?
What have you begun
While I made the journey of the Adept?
No you won’t take me back
Into the fire of vulgarity.
I won’t drift away
For your dismay.
No you won’t set me back
On my track into far away.
I won’t drift away
For your dismay.
Yes, you may come down now
And take a vow to fade away.
I won’t drift away
Melancholia, my lover
Scream in fire
Your heart’s desire
A funeral pyre
To lead the way
For all of those
Who live in dismay.
For all of those
Who still believe in dismay.
So glad you came.
Welcome to my abyss
Where you will sleep,
Moan and weep, in Devil’s Keep.
I can see it all:
The interwoven movement of reality.
Surrender, I arrived whole
To devour duality.
No, you won’t ever come back
Light turns to black as you fade away
On Ascension Day.
Melancholia, the destroyer.
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Pareidolia
08:33
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Back from the deep end,
I present myself to you.
Time will destroy
All the weak and doubters.
You see me now again,
Perfect and complete.
Built on a new light.
A revenant for you to fear.
“I reckon I see an old face,
A pattern I once new.
My memory was ablaze
For the feelings I had to subdue.”
Now that I am light,
That I can save you from this world;
Now that I have everything
You come with open hands
To seek refuge and absolution.
While I wasn’t whole,
In the maze of existence,
You just wanted distance.
“I seem to see a face,
A pattern of reminiscence.
It’s all starting over.
The crack is opening in me.”
You ask for what you cannot have.
Jealousy, disguised cleverly
As repentance, and fear
For the future, unclear.
I’m what you wish to see -
A king of nothingness;
A commandant of souls
With a secret to profess.
All of you shall fall with no mercy,
Deaf, blind and unworthy.
I have come to this world not to heal,
But to show you an ideal
That you’ll no longer attain.
Nothing shall stand, none will remain.
I had to make my peace of mind.
I forgot all that was rotten inside
To make me whole.
I had visions that faded away.
Losses that left me blind
So I could be whole.
I battled an army of doubt.
I was stabbed by Truth,
And it swallowed me whole
“I crave for something
That I can never have.
And I didn’t take the chance
For reverence and a lofty stance.”
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I was carrying a lady in our boat.
I could not keep her afloat
When a storm took ship and crew.
We fell by the morning dew
Then a light shone so bright -
A lighthouse for us ghosts.
He stood above an island of cinder,
A tower crumbling down on itself
Merging with the sea,
Turning to gold what pitiful used to be.
We sail forward through the ghoulish fog.
Final entry of the Captain’s log.
Follow the sunshine
Breaking through the clouds.
A season for reaping
The ones who’re sleeping
Lead the way in,
Breathin’ heavily.
There’s solace under
This new sky of rage and wonder.
Atravessei um oceano de letargia,
Um lamaçal indistinto em tal vastidão;
Uma pecaminosa e demorada liturgia
Que me libertou de uma cavernosa servidão.
Que vultos são estes que me perseguem,
Como que a um farol para fantasmas desencantados?
Recobrem-me com cinzas que me enterram;
Uma procissão de milhares de olhos inanimados
Use the voice, use your choice.
Nothing less than sublime.
Lift your hand from the dead,
Greet the living and hold the sad.
Here, I give back your fallen daughter
With a warning to you.
We sail forward. Lend me your ear
For a waking hour of suffering.
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Abyss, the Destroyer
07:45
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Hunger drives the beast.
(The world aches with indifference.)
The wolf and the chariot in the sky.
(A world of envy and decadence.)
Blood on the hands of the high priest.
(On its oblivious final days.)
Let it rain, let it fall.
(Let the demons screech and crawl.)
Sköll unleashed awaits.
Mistress of the deep
Drag the carcass.
Lay the horses to sleep.
May your feet go faster
And your body be filled with strength.
May you feast on the flesh
Of your eternal prey
Sköll, unleash
Thy rage complete.
Ragnarök is upon us,
Not by water but fire.
Treachery to spread mercy.
(Set your eyes on the sky.)
A fiery arrow from the abyss.
(A condemnation to unify.)
A burning planet, so otherworldly.
(A scorched land to glorify.)
Let it pour, let it fall.
(Let the weak screech and crawl.)
Sköll, unleash
Thy rage complete.
Set the Sun toward us
To cleanse us by fire.
Our end awaits.
We understand our fortune.
Maybe liars, thieves and beggars
Rowing in shame.
Maybe saviours, healers, and leaders
But all incomplete.
The course is set to free all our suffering.
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6. |
The Voice Of Fire
06:33
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Someone knocks on the door.
Takes me out of the lore.
Too broken on the floor
To answer to anyone anymore.
I can see you Methe.
Your drunken spirit takes over.
Wanting me ever closer
To your bosom.
We are the couple of death,
We breathe Bacchus breath.
We crippled all we could ever have.
Why happiness when we can be damned and mad?
Feed me your liqueur,
The liquid from your veins.
Make me numb and tender.
From the emerald fluid make my chains.
What is this I see?
My blurred vision is fooling me
An odd presence at the door;
A presence I can no longer ignore.
A luminous figure revealed
The glowing compassion I feared.
I reached for the glass and the man sneered.
I called for lethargy.
Save me from this loathsome man,
Oh spirit of intoxication.
Make real my final liberation:
No hope, no surrender, just annihilation
Someone knocked on the door.
Took me out of my lore.
Entered a man who came ashore
To show me the light I abhor.
Oh Cesar, take back your empire.
I’ve got no more strength to conspire.
Taint my absinthe with hemlock,
And let me dwell in ancient Death’s loch.
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7. |
A Valsa Dos Corvos
10:52
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“May we keep our treasure
And all its glorious shine?
It’s our single life’s pleasure
To build an empire to brag and whine.”
Here I am, my puerile fools
I came back from the abyss, unborn.
Why do you still linger
Like effigies of the past?
Children of sand,
Saturn’s by the corner
Giving the highest command -
An eulogy of disorder.
“Lambs, gaze the sky.
I come to cleanse and beatify.
I come to deface and nullify
The uncontrollable urges of your skin.”
“You are forgiven in my solemn eyes.
Burnt flesh tastes all the same.
Screams and dreams, all consumed by my flame.
Your world is mine to reclaim.”
Dance by the sound of my scorn -
A song for all of you I revile.
False prophets, gladly blind,
Your heads all laid in a wondrous pile.
“Freedom is overrated, and again
We fall by the waltz of crows.”
May you keep your treasure,
And all its glorious shine.
May you drown in your pleasure,
A reverie of craving and wine.
Your nooses are made of silver,
Eternally strangling your vanity.
In the last moment,
That ephemeral shiver of humanity.
“Glamorous in our pitiful glen
We go down dancing with our familiar woes,
Hearing the sound of our own lies;
Still feasting in a frenzy of folly and disgust.”
Nature decays it all.
It cares not for the origin of the fire.
Your remains shall be forgotten,
In the final abyss, the Destroyer’s empire.
“We crave everything.
We need everything.
We scoff at the burning.
We take over the past.
We dance until it lasts.
Corrupted is our mind.
Vain, prideful and blind,
And we take everything.”
Disdain for life´s grace
Still falls from your lifeless face.
Quit the night and seek the day.
Why couldn’t you change your way,
For the knowledge I did convey?
“Light is not for us“, they said
While burning in the valley of the dead
Still searching for gold as their bread.
Lavishing Plato’s cave with no hope ahead,
These are the true ghouls I dread.
The crows shall feast on your flesh,
And guide you to the emptiness you craved.
This new world is not for you.
“Let it come, let it be done, there’s no undo.
We are the intoxicated blood of this land.”
“Come now, pray to me.
Come and embrace me.
Come and feed me.”
“Come now, remember me.
I’ve called you, sensually.
Come now, feed me.”
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8. |
World's End Close
06:20
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Our war
Is finally here.
Lenore,
So long my dear.
Our war
Is finally here.
Lenore,
Dead, below the golden sphere.
I see it all quite clear
At the day of reckoning.
Our worlds end here
Between knife and spear.
Only a king must prevail
At the mountain of cruelty.
Kneel before the Sun and hail.
No pity for frailty.
Wolfs, gather around.
Birds of prey abound
To rip your eyes, Lenore,
And present you to the gods of yore.
Here comes the Sun.
Light us, oh brightest one.
Here comes the Sun.
Our worlds are done.
Fall down upon us.
Here he comes,
We wait for the end
Destruction to ascend.
Rape and plunder.
Rip Macula's out of your chest.
Shalott's head on your spears,
Apophenia's severed head in tears.
The road has ended, my Sun.
Chrysopoeia is complete.
We lived through dust and scorn,
And made love with defeat.
All her limbs are on the floor,
A broken doll to ignore.
Lay dead, my sweet Lenore.
Forever. Forevermore.
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