1. Berzerker

On your guard as you lurk along the sand,
A paper face won't mask your fear.
Unrelenting consequences for this inquisition,
Venture forth and give yourself away with the scent of unfamiliarity.

For razor teeth love their human silk,
They long to savor unexpecting flesh.
To drink a carcass dry is to taste the Sunderban.

Mighty one, never forget, never forget why your skin is thick.
Die defending that which your heart keeps closest.

The taste of vengeance is so much sweeter on the blackest of lips.
The wind whispers trespass, a call for an end.
Take up your arms, set your sights.

Never fear, there's always more blood.
Retaliate!

At ease mighty one, this war is not one of your own.

The king returns to claim his throne,
A humble crown adorns his noble brow.
As the killing season comes to a close,
Take what's left and start again.

As you strive to regain all aspects of your grief ridden life,
Living each day with strength found in your heart.

2. Drifts

Oh, so fucking cold.
The winds, the drifts of winter,
Bonechilling nightfall.
Early evening sundowns
Make nights seem more like borealis dreams.

My roots run deep, through veins, my ancestry.
Everything I know, in body and soul.
Lakeland.

Look to the river rushing,
Unparalleled its power.
It carves away at the land.
Eroding the banks, consuming the sands
And washes away to her majesty.

They say, there's no other place like home, and they said it best.
I've realized what this place means to me, Lakeland.

I can see my reflection in the land, I see my form.
And I know the land reflects in my self.
It reflects in my self

3. Cursing Akhenaten

Awaken, ruinous fiend of early generations.
Your rotting corpse is restored.
Straighten your limbs, brush off the dust,
Withered bandages restrain you no more.

Severed heads accent the gates,
Bones emerge from the sands,
Proof of your reign remains.
I, your liege, now command your rule again.

The sun burns through the skin, boiling vital organs within,
But the gods can't destroy my cursed, blackened heart.

Appeasing the thirst of the damned, mocking the praised ones.
The sand soaks the blood, the blood flows like wine, send death from above.
Locusts and famine engulfing your race, my savagery knows no end.
At the price of all your lives, I destroy your kind, death by my hand.

Sands blowing across cursed lands
Will consume the evidence of your ancient existence.
The Earth is now black from the torment I have set upon it.
All shall bow, serve, and praise thy name.

4. Rareform

A thousand times, too many times,
I've fallen back out of place from a dream.
The bright sunlight, a rude awakening,
Like I'm seeing the colors leave the brush for the wall...
That's when, into...

I reach into memories,
I long to relive those times,
Those younger days.
If only time would stop, stand still,
Maybe I could see myself,
What I've become, it's sickening, this isn't me.

No turning back now.
No turning around.

I'm disappearing into my dream,
I'm vanishing into the air.

Liberation, I'm free from all of this.
Now I must go, now I must go, dissipate into the lights...

5. Aspiration

Victim of anger, tied to distance
Where does it come from?
Distrust.
I've stood strong,
Held my head high through constant war.
So brutal, so violent.

So I tiptoe through conversation,
A lapse in my step is misperceived.
Unleash a breath of salvation,
In dormancy lies everlasting.

Remember all the fires we started?
Our aspirations for progression.
We feed the burning for a better day,
Don't let your selfishness extinguish the flame.

Prevailing with lasting intentions,
Never living behind your back.
Never living behind your...
Convictions leave me questioning
If you've been living behind mine.

6. The Fractal Effect

This is where you pick yourself up, brush off the ashes.
Clear the smoke and soot from your eyes.
Their word brings desperation, just look around you.
Renewed visions reveals the lies.

My truth will be my own.
My truth will be my own.

You say it doesn't matter, get used to fear.
I tell you, that's the problem.
Get used to the lies.
They mislead your pride.
You blind them with your light.
Jut strand this from the mind.

You say it doesn't matter, get used to fear.
I tell you, that's the problem.

What it's done to you, the way you live your life.

Pick yourself up.
What it's done to you, the way you live your life.
An empty state of bliss, an empty state of mind.
A state of empty bliss pulled into the depths,
Dragged out with the tide.
My truth will be my own and not the one they gave me.

My truth will be my own and not the one that they gave me.

7. Ometh

I'm falling away
Away from myself
Away from who I used to be
Arid skin cracked and torn, I peel it away
A change for the better to harness the strength and rise more powerful
Now moroe powerful than ever
A decrepit self once animate, now abandoned and left to rot
Nothing to be salvaged, nothing to be saved
Now follow the thrashing thought of your dream to exist
Persue what may never come
Releasing demons and banishing them to the depths of bloody memories and regrets
The outer shell is decomposing, releasing a new upgraded self
Bleeding ink reveals the price of expansion
Push it down, its hideous face below the water
Watch what was become never again
Let nothing stop you for when it lived, it showed no mercy
Now show it no remorse
Cut compassion from your mind
Forget what it means to cherish life
Now following the thrashing thought of your dream to exist
Pursue domination

8. A Vicious Reforming Of Features

Creator as observer
Congruent systems collapsing
Mutating waveforms to become sight, sound, touch
A sick perception is now my only link to reality
Scorched eternally blistering
Yet I prevail
My merciless plan of creation etails seeing the unseen forge an abomination
with a cold hearted sense of compassion, devastation
Thy vicious modus operandi
Observer as creator
Beguiling unstable electric forms
These fools of judgment, they thirst for unpute
Draining a carcass, devour the contaminate and filth that roams amongst us,
sterilizing our human forms
Shredding tissue, fracturing bone
Burning synapse, rewriting conscious
A burial reforming of features
A hideous cleansing of God
Self purification achieved when whats left behind is devoid of deformations