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Death of hope
02:18
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Towards the raging storms unharmed. No light shines upon my woven collar and from depictions of hollow faces and one hundred beasts she collected such grievous words from my withering hands and lifted my mark of Cain. The death of hope.
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Traditions
03:19
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The breeding, the slaughter. Come chaos, disaster.
Through famine, for profit. Like rats in a snakepit.
The deathbed, the mourning. Come sickness, scorning.
United, divided, revoked and blighted.
Traditions, "our nature" is keeping ourselves from a future. Disaster and denial is closing us in towards
the scourge and we're all the victims here.
The fracture and the fighting is getting us closer to nothing.
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Heartless & Hopeless
02:58
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All my hope is gone. I need you to be the beating heart.
Hope is all there is. For all the ones still caring.
They're all the same, Heartless. I hate my name; Hopeless.
I'm sick and tired of fighting (Heartless) But If my heart ain't in I'm (Hopeless) with them.
All our wishes and burning hearts will wither away.
And there'll never be a brighter day to change.
We'll never fucking change...
All hope is lost. I need you to be caring.
All hope gone lost. For all the ones who quit daring.
A Heart is all you need. Keep beating. Keep on beating
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Parade
04:04
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Storm the crowd. You'll just push on through. Don't look back, just keep pushing onwards. Put some back into it. No regrets. And as the parade passes us by we all stare our eyes out. Bleeding our hearts with goodbyes as we siphon the poison down. All together we'll fall chasing the parade.
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Tied in chains
02:22
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Tied in chains though burdened by no love. My malevolent tongue stifles reluctant breaths. Collect my crown. A throne deserted. Into your arms my kingdom fail. Ruiner the chalice ran over. Dismantle all in this dying world. Possess my blackened heart.
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Dead bird
02:44
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Her wings are torn. Her beak closed. Shut. She'll never sing for us again.
Her body is serene though once so pristine. She gave all of her love away. For us to take, for us to share. To spread her beauty. But now it's gone with her death. A deadbird doesn't sing. Never again, no more.
Deadbird sing for us. Deadbird sings no more.
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The uprising & downfall
03:25
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Through plagues and famine. Amongst pests and vermin. I will carry you towards hopelessness. The big sleep upon us, and I will fail you.
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Gutter King
02:47
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Unborn. Comfort, Upheaval.
Maelstrom. The Saddest Day
Revels in Filth, A Gutter King to be.
Loss, (as he) tasted love. Gain, (as he) threw it all away.
Reign supreme in an insects society.
Forced in, Clawing his way out. Thrown out, crawling back.
Forced in, Wretched Reveler Thrown out, Gutter King.
Unborn. Comfort, upheaval.
Maelstrom. The saddest day.
High on misery, wretched reveler.
Gutter King.
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Wolf
02:36
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Cold, no warmth here. Down, no saving us.
Joy, no calamity. Pride, no selfishness. Loss, no fucking hope.
Lonewolves seldom learns to love and
I stray defeated, for hours and days.
No hope no luck, wither and decay. To scream and just run on. Just scream and fuck it all. At times like these, Goodbyes just feels so fucking useless.
I'll carry my burden until relief.
Cold. No warmth here, no warmth at all.
Down. No saving us, no heroes to be found
Loss. No more, no more, no more, no more.
Breaking bones with heart in my hands.
Wear these trophies with fear.
I stray defeated for hours and days. No hope no luck, wither and decay.
To scream and just run on Just scream and fuck it all.
At times like these, Goodbyes just seem so fucking useless.
I'll carry my burden and I'll be relieved.
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Strider
02:59
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Grasping thin hands to hold and to love. Clutching like claws. Backs broken to these endless nights consumed by flame and swallowed by sea. Striding onwards my army of one, to live and to die for.
To live for and to die. Demons upon me, this is hell in all it's beauty. Disguised in filth and regress life taught me to bleed.
Consumed by flames
Swallowed by sea.
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Heretic
05:08
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Take these hands reliever of guilt. Ride us through fearridden landscapes. Worship my damaged carcass. An infected mind to spare no man. A cruel hand to find comfort in battles. A cold embrace for lovers left behind. These are my open wounds, these are my scars.
This is my plague, this is our doom.
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