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Waterborne
03:16
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Oath of Humiliation
09:14
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I stand by the river where we once met and listen to all that surrounds
The water is mute, the flow still resounds
Shaken from my trance, eyes fixed on the stream
Curling water forms what I can’t stand to see
Once again, my flight begins
The memories that connect us seem like a mere dream
Seeping into our lives by strange, foreign means
The shame this causes shakes me to my very core
And makes me curse you and this oath I once swore
Nibbling little leeches are trapped in my flesh
Growing fat and old, feeding on my distress
My agony and sins
The memories that connect us seem like a mere dream
Seeping into our lives by strange, foreign means
The shame this causes shakes me to my very core
And makes me curse you and this oath I once swore
The rustling of the leaves, a song of the woods
A tune ingrained in me, a hymn to ash and soot
An ancient prayer once conceived for our cruel Lord above
Now a testament to my undying love
Ashes to ash
And dust to dust
Come hither, smite
All those who lost
Their faith in jaws
Of Temptation
And save the sickly
Souls again
Oh Lord
Why didst thou create us feeble men?
Mere slaves to love and torment
Hate flows like blood in our veins
Life in eternal punishment
The memories that connect us seem like a mere dream
Seeping into our lives by strange, foreign means
The shame this causes shakes me to my very core
And makes me curse you and this oath I once swore
The wind hums a melody while the dance goes on
Sudden awakening, I burst into song
The shame I feel lingers on and slows me down
I am chained forever, please take this vow
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Stagnant Oceans
09:00
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I search for my reflection in the silent, calm sea
Sullied colours and vermin stare back at me
The purity of the waters was soiled with ease
The cleansing of the flow and stream has ceased
All departing floods were clogged with mud
Surrounding dams and dunes of muck
My vantage point sinks, I’m knee deep in the broth
I wade through the insects and eels and feel comfort in their touch
The constant cycle of life and death bores me to tears
Unfazed by all marvels that may appear
I breath the air with unique bliss
Absorb the music of the serpents’ hiss
The cosmic ballet continues with the sun
The death of planets: a spectacle for our sons
The pulse that sustains the earth alters its course
While the ooze, forming a bracing floe, carries me forevermore
The drifting isle sinks, I’m lying in the broth
I dream ‘midst the insects and eels and feel comfort in their touch
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4. |
A Voice in the Storm
10:24
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Lying in barren fields of grey
The storm rumbles, I hear an ominous sound
Forms and misshapes my bed of clay
Whips and pushes all around
The sun hides its fire
The moon lifts its veil
The day turns to mire
The storm turns to hate
The dwellers of the night lie dormant
The beings of light asleep
Caught in this pandemonium
A constant reminder of my deeds
Rain dampens the soil
Lightning strikes the trees
The forest burns like oil
Disturbs what lived beneath
All pleasantries lie dormant
Serenity asleep
Caught in this pandemonium
Incessant reminders of my deeds
The vitriol no longer dormant
Guardian spirits asleep
Caught in this pandemonium
The cardinal trophy for my deeds
A soothing voice amidst this horrible gale resonates in this room
Soon drowned out by the thundering noise that prevails in the gloom
I pass my remaining days and nights to find my muse
Lest I will forget the beautiful view I once knew
A cycle, a cycle, a vicious cycle...
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Hypothermia
07:30
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A sting of broken white
Sown into the past, almost beautiful
The new horizon speaks
Comforts and relieves, more than sensible
No difference ‘tween night and day
No respite in the bosom of sleep
The air is too thin to breath
The weather’s mild, perfect clarity
A lesson I won’t forget
This gaping tear, a fountain of despair
Now, lick my wounds and dry
Your tears with the carmine strands of my hair
I drown in wintry thoughts
Cold and alone on cutting, icy ground
The gashes cease their bleeding
Frozen warmth, the world softens its sound
Snowblind
I see a single flower bloom while the others wait for spring
In death
And silent, tranquil peace, I hear a lonely raven sing
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The Chasm of My Soul
14:50
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There is a tiny dot of bile that lives in me
Smaller than man in the vastness of galaxies
The abyss I love so dearly stares back
Through my eyes it channels the black
The disquieting air that swept over this town
Lifts at last, crept under your gown
Yet through our violent feuds,
Your dress reduced to rags,
The miasma returned
Wormed through each and every crack
My limbs grow old
My mind turns weak
Friends now turn foes
What smelled now reeks
This deathly stench
Becomes my perfume
No matter what happens
It still reminds me of you
The putrid skulking smell feeds
The chasm of my soul -
My mind is weak
What smelled now reeks
This deathly perfume
Reminds me of you
Encircling tension
Chokes my eyes
Releases its grip
Twists black to white
The carnivore that lives
Inside my husk
Slowly eats away
I don’t know what it is
Or what it does
It just grows bigger by the day
Once but a puny spot, now a monstrous cosmic cleft
Infects like a noxious Midas Touch
This nausea pinned me down, grasped my mind
So, please, expunge me, be my harshest judge
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Watershed
08:31
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You have been my companion all my life
Soothed my nerves and calmed my mind
Yet I’ve shunned you and tried to leave you behind
Through the din of the ghastly tempest hail
And the blizzard’s dreadful wail
You have been my companion all my life
My muse, standing tall, through the most catastrophic droughts
I now remember the relief that you brought
Celestial spheres speak in a simple tongue
Radiant symbols of the sun
Show the imminent fork in the road
The somber memoirs of yore
An abattoir for the soul
Reveal the beaten path to your abode
At long last, I’ve come to lie in your bed
I have given up, please hold my hand
I have chosen wrong, now I choose you instead
For my lifetime of mistakes, please forgive me if you can
This river of blood became stagnant over time
Beds of lotuses and rose mallows adorn the site
The moon came and washed the filth away with the tides
In its light I see your likeness and your smile
This river of blood that flows through my veins
Nourished the abyssal depths living inside me
With all the sorrows that you assuaged
You are now living inside me
At long last, I lie in your ocean bed
I have given up, you hold my hand
I have chosen wrong, now I choose you instead
For my lifetime of mistakes, please forgive me if you can
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Weeping Kin Amberg, Germany
Melancholic, melodic Doom Metal from Germany.
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