1. |
Fogrot
04:11
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Darkness falls
Distant thunder deafens mothers
Flash of light
Gaia’s chosen destroy houses
Heavy rain
Bricks in water, pull me under
Wide awake
filled with fear my eyes aren’t opening
Expiation, Expiation, Expiation, Expiation
Mourn the moon
Suns revealing damaged feelings
Thunderhead
moving slow across the river
Solid white
non translucent ominous haze
Sustenance
penultimate path of broken men
Expiation, Expiation, Expiation, Expiation
Never go out side again
Never go out side again
First to fall
under metal, creatures hunger
Arrogance
act the prophet with no warrant
Empathy
gone with all the lambs you’ve slaughtered
Take my leave
Killed my son, my love for nothing
Killed my son, my love for nothing
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2. |
Sulde
03:13
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Break my astral link
Deny my assumption
Distance from the past
Fractured satisfaction
Take back this disease
Give in to conviction
Never thank the father,
Never thank the son,
Never kiss the ring,
Fuck it,
This one’s for the ghost
It’s for the ghost,
This is for your ghost,
It’s for the ghost
Tell me what went wrong
When I lost my faith
I’ll speak of my will
You’ll speak of only his
No answers to questions
Give in to ignorance
Never thank the father,
Never thank the son,
Never kiss the ring,
Fuck it,
This one’s for the ghost
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3. |
Stones of Morax
04:19
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Cursed is the glass that I drink from
Cursed with the dreams that never come
Despite the best of my intent
Oh, I’m getting down I’m getting-
Low yeah, If I'm getting low you'll lower me
High yeah, If I'm getting high I'm kerosene
Low yeah, If I'm getting low you'll lower me
High yeah, If I'm getting high I'm kerosene
One foot stepped into an early grave
Soiled are my lungs, I cannot breathe
Body's made of dirt, kneel down on me
Oh, join hands around me getting-
Low yeah, If I'm getting low you'll lower me
High yeah, If I'm getting high I'm kerosene
Low yeah, If I'm getting low you'll lower me
High yeah, If I'm getting high I'm kerosene
Where the body dies, Is where the soul remains
And where the body lies, Is where the story ends
Where the body dies, Is where the soul remains
And where the body lies, Is where the story ends
Cursed is the glass we all drink from
Cursed with the dreams that never come-
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4. |
Kreyp-Hang-er
03:11
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Sometimes you know of what cannot be
where the grass is perfect shades of green
and there’s zero mention of a calamity
there’s just sunny myths full of sympathy
The cover has been blown
The identity’s compromised
That cheerful fake facade
Crumbles to fucking dust
Breathe in the smoke
The rubble’s still ablaze
I’m not an optimist (I’m not an optimist)
Everything turns to shit (Everything turns to shit)
I’m not a nihilist (I’m not a nihilist)
I believe in the worst
Now everyone shows concern
About what they think is life
Flashing those pearly whites
In an effort to repress
Give me reality
Or show me to the door
I’m not an optimist (I’m not an optimist)
Everything turns to shit (Everything turns to shit)
I’m not a nihilist (I’m not a nihilist)
Believe me when I-
slit the throat of my lady luck
and I see my choices just come pouring out
It’s the taste I love but it’s bittersweet
cause the lust I know, yea, is for hostility
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5. |
The Corsair
04:12
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So, nice to know you, nice to see this, all come to pass
Times, they are remembered, for just a moment, and soon they’ll fade
Fall, modern heroes, modern villains, and modern faith
Drink, for the fallen, for beginnings, of the end
When the fire calls me
I’ll raise my sword
I’ll ride the oceans home
and take my throne
Hear, the trumpets calling, the angels screaming, the demons howl
Skin, it’s slowly peeling, the face revealing, your true self
Fall, modern heroes, modern villains, and modern faith
Drink, for the fallen, for beginnings, of the end
When I make my return
There will be nothing left
When the fire calls me
I’ll raise my sword
I’ll ride the oceans home
and take my throne
When I make my return
There will be nothing left
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6. |
Hetfields & McCoys
05:29
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Brother o' brother, will you take the fall, for the undeserving, and the unconcerned
Brother o' brother, will you let them slide, or will you take the time, to mar their face in protest
I won't ignore, I'll drink them under, I'll break them one by fucking one
I won't ignore, I'll drink them under, the knife turns inside their chest
Father o' father, hurt the ones you love, for the ones you hate, witness your weakness
Father o' father, will you idly stand, watch without word, or wear their skin as a mask
I'll wear their skin for fun, it's what makes me sane
I'll wear their skin for fun, it's what makes me whole
I'll wear their skin for fun, yes I will, it's what makes me sane
I won't ignore, I'll drink them under, I'll break them one by fucking one
I won't ignore, I'll drink them under, the knife turns inside their chest
Mother o' mother, do I make you proud, is it to your pleasure, to see me murder
Mother o' mother, do you tell your friends, that your sons are right, that some deserve to die
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7. |
Downhill Blues
02:57
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Pedal, the floor
Fumes, our faces
Taste, the speed
Lines, they blur
Flashing lights the poison
Distance is the drug
Drifting like we’re feeling
Stopping with no more
Traffic, oncoming
Ending, the ride
Crushed, by granite
Shun, the clouds
Flashing lights the poison
Distance is the drug
Drifting like we’re feeling
Stopping with no more
Take the wheel and we’ll crash together
One last turn and we’ll care a lot less
Take the wheel and we’ll crash together
One last turn and we’ll care a lot less
Gaze, the abyss
Hollow, the furnace
Pennies, your eyes
Pennies, the prize
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8. |
For Four
04:14
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My motivations,
just one of four.
We’re coming, to kill you
Our Inspirations,
have been foretold
We’re coming, to kill you
Horrific vision,
Screaming cacophony
We’re coming, to kill you
Death feels good,
conquest feels great
and famine, he’s fine,
and war is hell
When our blood is warm,
we’re coming home
when the day is night,
you’ll hear our names
When your blood is cold,
the hour has past
If you say we're evil,
I guess we are
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9. |
Doom Year's Eve
03:40
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The word moderation
Is not a word you know
Live your life in excess
Rich with packaged hope (and failure)
Aggressive
Gluttony
Own your sins
Drown in greed
And when the sun explodes
Possessions fill your vision
Collect the fallen star
Until we're all buried alive
Gathering desperation
Paranoid sense of loss
Buy what’s within reach
Swallow every drop (the future)
Aggressive
Gluttony
Own your sins
Drown in greed
And when the sun explodes
Possessions fill your vision
Collect the fallen star
Until we're all buried alive
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10. |
Serpentborne
04:21
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Destroyer
Sheath your blade
Take your steed
Far from here
You threaten me alone
Armies stand beneath my throne
A battle you cannot win
This wall you cannot breach
The skies are black from smoke
Gold women adorn my home
I drink from broken skulls
The blood of warriors
I lick my lips and I taste the (night)
Heroes tried and heroes fail
The serpent smiles and I am (one)
You may try and you will fail
Destroyer
Hold your tongue
Hear my words
Take your life
Darkness forms around my hands
Swirling void of nothingness
Stretching towards the pure of heart
Snuffing out the whitest light
A tunnel into your soul
Poison fills your burning throat
Spewing insects from your mouth
The serpent speaks the words of death
I lick my lips and I taste the (night)
Heroes tried and heroes fail
The serpent smiles and I am (one)
You may try and you will fail
I lick my lips and I taste the (night)
Heroes tried and heroes fail
The serpent smiles and I am (one)
You may try and you will fail
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