1. |
Destroyer
08:14
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I am death, destruction
I am strife and struggle
I am suffering, helpless
I am hopeless, careless
I am death, destruction
I am doomed eternal
I am wrath incarnate
I am coming for you
Brazen, battered
Sullen, sinful
Weak and woeful
Wilted, willful
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2. |
The Well
11:09
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Water is corrupted, poisoned
Blood of my kindred, tainted
Legacy of ruin, blighted
Colored by confusion, madness
Finding no redemption, sentenced
Say a prayer to no one, muted
Cruelty becomes us, malice
Leave them behind us, timeless
We rise into the sun
Will you be there when I die?
Our well runs dry
Lord hear our cry
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3. |
Torpid Dreamer
04:45
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Torpid dreamer, rest you enjoy
Regret the fever day, purgatory of birds
Torpid dreamer, your simple work complete
Hope shares your bed
Escape this winter’s bleak!
Torpid dreamer, should you fail to wake
Your struggle will have ended
Without cause for pain!
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4. |
Nadir
05:14
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To my end, I am driven
To consume, All I'm given
Self-willed and dejected.
I am sure, there's no heaven
To adore, is my weapon
Right now is
All we have
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5. |
The Crone
07:47
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Our time is passed
A sole shadow is cast
Like whispers on the snow
Caress oppress
Beauty is titanic
Soars to the edge
Proclaiming all you wait
Moments of rest
Pause in the dark
Lucid voices sing
Winds make a bloody mark
Our paths descend
Witch!
Crone!
Bitch!
Diviner!
Retribution, fucking vengeance
I’ll return
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6. |
Premonition
09:28
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All creation has lived and died for me
What I thought was my world lay in ruins, my destiny
Defended my plunder, assured entitlement
Self-deception and foolish arrogance
Precious gift
Nothing left
Husk of an empire
Dormant
There is no dawning light
There is no morn
There is no death of night
The end reborn
Last of the honor
Left with the fall
Last insurrection
An omnipresent pall
It haunts me to think
Of truths we cast aside
A darkness we shaped
A consequential lie
Without us, in time
A new day will rise
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Eight Bells Portland, Oregon
"Wraithlike vocals and numbed melodies hanging over pinprick prog fretwork... The pulse of ethereal '70s rock – from Pink
Floyd to Hawkwind's more celestial moments... Dual vocal lines emanate from some unseen place, sometimes braided together in a conjoined plea for connection... Heartbreakingly beautiful."
–Pitchfork
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