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Writhing Ouroboros
02:54
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The blood eclipse reaches totality
Our minds thicken with pure unbridled rage
The remnants of our sanity disperse
Our aggression redirects towards our kin
Nothing can sate this thirst for violence
Except for utter annihilation
We will consume that which we have consumed
Bring forth hatred and tear us limb from limb
Writhing ouroboros
A throne of burning moss
The maw, torn wide open
Above extracted globes
The mold shamblers
Destroy their own
The mold shamblers
Reduced to bone
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2. |
Boiling Phoenix
03:29
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Bodies mounting
Flesh is boiling
Passive judgment
Observation
Forceful gouging
Severed retinas
Blindly sharpen
The point of his stake
I will watch as a witness
We will froth as participants
I will feast as a savage
He will thrive as the instigator
Taking pleasure in the violent slaughter
Fanning fire, the creation of his virgin world
Fresh suffering will propagate a blessed evolution
The birth of the new earth
Rising from the flames
Will we grow and prosper
As we have been promised?
No peace
No reach
No peace
Only ash and stone
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Morningstar
04:16
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The dust comes to rest
A thick veil smoke
We choke on fetid vapor
Our throats collapsing
His final victory lies in our defeat
Drawn and quartered in a vast pile
He ascends, blindly climbing his throne of moss
Coming to rest above his dominion
Life consumed by apathy
Consumption itself consumed
The last sacrifice is his own
With his sharpened stake towards the heavens
One swift stroke to the throat
He decapitates and thrusts his skull atop the point
His last moments burning
His last moments burning in the sun
We cannot turn to our divine light
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Terminal Cataclysm
05:33
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Oh, the absolute carnage
Oh, the destruction of sun
Oh, extinguishing heat death
Oh, final judgement approaches now)
With no eyes left to see
And no thoughts to be heard
The prophet and his kin
Silently start to rot
As the light reaches earth
Temperatures swiftly spike
Fires turn to plasma
Melting crust straight down
Deep into the core
Raw hands, no prayer
Dry throats, no prayer
Dead skin, no prayer
Burnt bones, no prayer
I, the last observator
Bare witness to the end times
I, the last mold shambler
Bare my teeth, slowly consumed
Oh, the absolute carnage
Oh, the destruction of sun
Oh, extinguishing heat death
Oh, final judgement approaches now
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