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Danse Macabre
06:01
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Between realms Lay desolation
Lord of plots And lord of deals
Daedric realm of hunger
And the bodies move to the Danse Macabre
Zig-Zig-Zig
And the clock strikes midnight
Zig-zig-zig
Death plays a final tune
To anchor and wander
One must offer vitality
The Insatiable sits at the throne
To feed upon the mortal realm
Anima
Ego
Incalescence
Mortality
Famine of life
Famine of death
Wither away in a flameless hole
Waste away in the deathly Gorge
Attenuated boundary between realms
Walk between the veiled lines
Offer ego and mortality
Calefaction and vitality
Hunger and need intertwined
The Insatiable gnaws at the land
Clinging to the skin of Mundus
Listen more for the death’s tune.
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Rid this land of oppressive invaders
Forged within the heart of our native soil
To banish forth their weakness
To rid them of skin and strength...
Corralled in pins
A will for restitution,
Buried beneath mounds of rubble and refuse.
Rash and pustule, pulsating and growing.
The withering on the walls reaps what it sows...
The souls of the forlorn folk
Unable to rest, purged in flame;
on the shoulders of gods rests the blame.
Beholden to their doom,
Wallow in sheets of sickness
Bereft of all hope
Fever scars your weary mind
Rasping in despair
as your life drains
There is no hope for the meek.
Thrice sets your last sun
Thrice you wither among the walls
No more than a hallow shell of filth...
The Blessed sick wander the cobbled streets.
Desiccated corpses litter their towns in squalidness.
Dread not the living hell,
for it is so much brighter than the darkness that awaits...
you...
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As Angels Shriek
05:17
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Lay siege to the ashen fields
Barren from objects of chaos
Scarring earth and air
March your sons into a cauldron of madness
Plunder their mud soaked homes
Force their ranks into submission
Obedient onto your slave gods
On your knees to pleasure the manipulators.
Carving the land to your will
Breaking the will of the divines
At the foot of the great mountain
is where your bastard children shall lie.
Beneath ash and the charred landscape
Is where you shall rot eternally
Behind the shield wall, Berserkers of the north will fall
Bereft of voice, slain in honor.
Within the chamber of Gods shall betrayal arise
Vanquished from existence
And so shall vengeance arise anew.
In the coming eons will the bitter taste of slaughter
eradicate all you hold dear
Betrayal of the Prince of Twilight
So shall rise the spirit of Nerevar
Vengeance manifests upon the false gods
Free from mortal form
The Sharmat walks the ashen halls
Absorbing the essence of Gods
Dreaming of death and ascension
Destiny awaits.
Destiny awaits...
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A Deafening Silence
05:26
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Bringer of the blackest night
Usurper of the lights veil
Draping the world with your devilish cloak
Bestow thy blessing upon my blades
Children of the dread father
we carry your traditions
we carry your Sacrificial oath
Dawning the ancient practice
Your voice lingers within my broken mind
For you are who forged the cosmos
Composer of the void song
Humble am I to your bidding
Expel yourself onto yourself
Creator of your own image
I see now
I understand the words of my night father
Embodiment of a cold winter night
The light of the full moon guides my path
On my way to the sacred sacrament
Praise be to the glorious night sky
Deliver my soul onto the void
Cast my essence into the night
Receive my blade onto your victim
Show me the emptiness of eternity
Misanthropic nocturnal lord
Receive this sacrifice
evisceration of the weak
Forever in your ranks
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The battle is over
And the sands drunken the blood
All that there remains
Is the bitterness of delusion
Circle of the tyrants
The immortality of the gods
Sits at their side
As they leave the walls behind
To reach the jewel's gleam
Circle of the tyrants
The days have come
When the steel will rule
And upon his head
Lay a crown of gold
Your hand wields the might
The tyrant's the precursor
You carry the will
As the morning is near
I sing the ballads
Of victory and defeat
I hear the tales
Of frozen mystery
Your hand wields the might
The tyrant's the precursor
You carry the will
As the morning is near
The new kingdoms rise
By the circle of the tyrants
In the land of darkness
The warrior, that was me
Grotesque glory
None will ever see them fall
And hunts and wars
Are like everlasting shadows
Where the winds cannot reach
The tyrant's might was born
And often I look back
With tears in my eyes
Grotesque glory
None will ever see them fall
And hunts and wars
Are like everlasting shadows
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