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Spectral
08:21
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Over forgotten graves and tombs
The specters flow as rivers
Across moonless skies
They howl their sorrows
Mingled with spite for the living
They pass through gnarled oak
And decrepit mansions
Inhabited by rotting decedents
Spectral forces ride into the night
The living flee their wake
As they sound their hunting call
No animal or man is spared
An Unhallowed feast
Spectral shades tear their minds
The specters kneel to their tyrant in an overgrown throne
It raises a hand and points to a soul
as it pleads as it’s dragged
The tyrant opens its lip-less maw and tears it asunder
The spectral minions cry out in joy and feast upon its remains
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2. |
Time Unwound
05:52
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To see
All timelines converging
Unending paradox
Impossibility made true
The sundial shatters
The hourglass’s sands
Flood the universe
Choking on the coarseness
We all drown
Chronos, in madness
Pulls at the threads
Tearing the fabric asunder
Flailing chords
As the mad king laughs
As the watches
Turn backwards
We see ourselves devolving
Back to whence we came
As linearity is shed
One looks into the infinite void
Time becomes unwound
Mankind slips through space
Chronos once lived, disappears
The unfathomable remains
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Undgulating Mist
04:39
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Third Eye Wrought
08:39
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Third eye wrought and wracked with visions
Gore and madness soaks the earth
Skinless demons drink their fill
Floods of truth from horrid sights
Shifting landscapes, writhing stones
Gaping maws swallowing gods
Crawling chaos, shattering cries
Tearing skies in mocking laughs
No escaping no respite
Exposed to apocalyptic truths
Is there a purpose to invite madness?
To see what’s beyond our frail senses?
Shall we go beyond our mortal limits?
To find a truth beyond our understanding?
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Pestilent Breath
06:20
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A plague stalks the wasteland
The cities overrun with rats
Feasting on putrid bones
The last survivors, overrun
Finding a cure
A towering bony figure
Leans over a village
And breathes a pestilent breath
Leaving the blackened earth
Pocked mark skin
Necrotic, stinking, flesh
Bloodshot eyes
Coughing blackened blood
Survivors feast on the rats
And the littered victims
The plague, dominant, grins
And reaches a skeletal hand
Searching for more victims
Untold devastation
Trails behind
It walks into the night
Searching for more
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Bread and Circuses
06:36
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Distracted by spectacle
The angels lead the masses
There is blood
in the sand-caked arenas
as the puppeteers observe
The carnival treads onward
Following the spectacle
As the bread falls from the wagons
Puppet-masters hook their strings
Dancing through the night and day
Through war and peace
The angels cast their guise
Feeding
The masters laugh
The circuses is complete
The distractions lead to a goal
The puppet-masters demand
Control over their lives
A tyranny most complete
The mass, complicit, obey
Distracted by spectacle
A self-perpetuation
Demanding more and more
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8. |
Encroaching Abysses
09:26
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Below the depths
creatures stir
To spread the seas
Conquer the lands
The abyss encroaches
On humanity’s home
Swallowed by the tides
The depths emerge
Water erodes what humanity left
Taken over by the depths
Skeletons overcome with brine
Populations swallowed in massive teeth
The invasion of land begins
In grotesque devotion
Let our Father Sea
Scour the world of land
Awaken, oh dark creatures
From your depths come
Take back your old land
Plunge the filth into the sea
Cleanse us with brine and salt
Let our Father Sea
consume us
Scour the world of land
From the abyss they come
Blind, weeping, mutilated
Gods cry for blood
Feed on what they can
Perverse devotion from the depths
As monuments arise
From brine riddled bones
Offerings to the gods of old
An inhuman keening
Heard over the waves
The ocean, the sea
The cruelest god of all
Reaching down in hunger
Feasting on their blood
Last left of land yield to the heirs of earth
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