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Frost
04:33
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2. |
Cursed by Moonlight
06:24
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In a manner it's seasonal
This affliction of mine
Bolt the doors
To isolate or insulate
I've yet to find
To see her here my only fear
I conjure the will to steer clear
She calls me
I turn to face her
She leads me astray
And upon me
She will prey
The time of her beckoning nigh by my reckoning
I turn to face the beast, mineral though it may be
Running at the perfect speed
Nothing can compete
Sounds that I produce, they echo screams
She calls me through the walls, imbues me
Calls me once again
She turns me cruel by any measure
And there is no shelter
Running at the perfect speed
Nothing can compete
Sounds I silence echo screams inside me
Searching, searing
To peel myself clean
Suffering sickness
Teasing me in two
Ashamed and disgusted
At what has come true
Burn with fire
Scorch the earth
Swallow down to bleed me
Don't fight the waves that lead me
Searching, searing
To peel myself clean
No location too remote
Nor too lethal an antidote
To force down my throat
Running at the perfect speed
Nothing can compete
Sounds that I produce, they echo screams
Turn me cruel by any measure
Leave no stone or corpse unfettered
Render me rent through endeavour
Bury me forever
Running at the perfect speed
Nothing can compete
Sounds I silence echo screams inside me
Searching, searing
To peel myself clean
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3. |
Descendant
06:09
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A creature incapable of flight
Exhibiting fear of life
Walking the path of least existence
The easy way out is the only way to be
Descendent is the rain
Pathetic he became
Dependent on the pain
Erratic movements in new terrain
Fever as colour wanes from his face
Succumb to the embrace
That's gripped him tightly, whisked him nightly away
Come upon him
Hands fastened in prayer
His frightening grin; his deathly stare
Descendent is the rain
Pathetic he became
Dependent on the pain
Erratic moves
The curse of a coward
The verse he devoured
The shadow that towers over
Has left him lame
The first to be worn down
An aberrant form now
Who upon himself would rather turn the blade
Into blackness he must fade
An aberrant form
Blackened with scorn
He shall not be reborn
His scurrility exceeds the norm
Descendant
Descendent
Why don't you descend?
With mercy
Take this life
Unearth me
Secure a pleasant flight
With mercy
Take this life
Unearth me
Securing a pleasant flight
Let fly the knife
Descendant
Descendent
Why don't you descend?
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4. |
Dullahan
05:11
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Silent voices in the night
Beckon me toward
A slimming rite
The trimming of fat
My voice flies upon dead air
Ensnare
With a whip of spine
He comes to take what's no longer mine
A heavenly throe
Let your friction go
Be pulled apart and pulled below
Into spite
Something beckons me to disquiet
A slimming rite
Protect as you might
Call it obscene; this is no ritual
It's obsolescence
Dull
A hand reaches out; does it knock or knell
Still
I lay and I linger until no longer does the keeper tell
A slimming rite
Deny all you might
This is no ritual
It's retribution
Though you may not see it this way
Believe me, we are prone to decay
I know you may not see it this way
A slimming rite
Like candlelight
We all dim
By nature's right
It feels no pain
It is my time
Beneath will I be lain
Liberated bodily
An uncoupling of me
A perturbing view
Of the end of you
Afterlife is opening
An uncoupling I bring
The end now in sight
May usher in disquiet
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