1. Placid In Pale

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2. Flame Salvation

Never been able to fight my own battles.
I've kept another kingdom clean.
Your mud and your bricks carried, your lashes endured.
Our delicate prince, divider of oyster and petal.

The thick standing between your enemy is crumbling.
The close quarters quail and shrink by the day.
Your world of rule lies in a deadly arena
where the doors to the lion's den stand open.

Many have they been and more of them will grow.
It only takes a moment glance and thief is there.
Once lost to the deep and returned again.
Our beloved son, lord of cloud and ground.

Your world of rule lies in a deadly arena.
Our esteemed leader, master of sword and shield.

Summoned by those of afar and by blood
to carry out their highest of will.
A call recited by delivered tongues.
Always returned and answered above rock.

The wounds have gradually grown.
The design was as useless as a windowless palace.
Honoring the legacy through hate and contempt.
I always see the eyes of my closets.

As I break the seal the reins are freed.
Cursing all that is and what remains.
The ties and wishes of grandeur are cut.
Your insolent ways have lead to this place.

Kneedeep I wade in a billowing reflection.
Drowning your reign in your tears.
Seeing what I have become I draw first blood.
Revealing the shores severed heads.

3. Red Serpent Coil

The round ran out but there's no rest. He must start a new.
A will other than his own moves the hand. Flamefed by the leech.
Another card is drawn. The ace is first and last.
Meant to be born under the sign. But the curse bears no suit.

A parasite swims forth – bound by the chain. Red cards dealt again.
Dead man's hand up front. Man's doom pump the veins.
I carry the cursed stream – altered forever more.

Shed humanity from the plague... From its absence – shed humanity.

The blind gods of the red serpent coil.
A mark to forever bear. A hidden tool to use.

In the end, the end is never near for yet the next is to be cast.
Infinity – a ravenous master. Its hunger never satisfied.
Slither through every cycle. The same but changing.
Unleashed the red god's command – carrying the chosen seed.

Invoke the ones who slumber within me.
Blood alchemy, nowhere else to turn, none will see the end.

You are sentenced to life eternal,
Your sentence is here to last.
This work is a work neverending.
A work never done.

The round – near its end.
Cards from a shape. Different from his plan.
An old card. Picked by an old hand.
Fueled by an ancient curse.

Card is drawn – Curse is laid – Eternity
Life eternal – Punishment – Cursed stream
– Parasite

This work is like the dark night eternal
– no hope for the sun.

4. Tempested

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5. Sole Crow's Carrier

My natural calling comes in a single shape.
Above the five feet are the fearful.
One and one they form a lasting endeavor.
Making way for the high climb, a journey in storm.

The sky catches the sight of a rolling wave.
The line grows thick, the highest ground stands clear.
One solid and untouched the cliff-face begins to move.
An assembling cry splits the air, breaching a gaping wound.

...somehow the serious display forms a charade

Moulded bones carved into black stone.
Leafdry folded skin on frozen twiglike limbs.
Hollow lifeless body and ashes bower.
The one ageless manifest, the sole crow's carrier.

The pale light of the mane
comes to sweep my grace away.
The irony appears in a green insipid
as I am rushed to the waiting shackles.

I fail, I fall, I drop to the blunt stone surface.
This is where we look to find my final peace.
As always, eternity knows I've tried.

Timeless salvation in solitude.
Dishonor before death.

6. Crowning The Nameless Heir

The light will never find me.
My lantern remains swallowed in shadow.
One captive feeds life to another.
Dependence brought upon the hidden.

Your means are as equally barren and pale
as this place of lifeless solid white
halfhearted ways of a soulless savior
grants entrance to the serpents scorn.

This land is no longer yours to claim.
The lost whistles now dominate the plains
sounding the bleak song of the unseen
leaving your whispers unheard.

Cause of Life, Effect in soul
Forming function – symbiosis.
Cause of Man, Effect in sin.
They all return to a different face.

Nature proves the close bond
between element and everything
the esoteric world rises apparent
carved truth in the center mass of ice.

For every birth of soul
I collect a breath of sin.
A call for a loss of life
gains strength in binding
spirit of eternity.

7. Beggars' Haven

Like the brushstroke of red paint it stabs a hole in the canvas.
It's the sweep that this the resting with fiery backs
soon to be put out in the brink of a new commence.
In an instant the course has curved a sudden turn.

Inside these pillars of my ancestors our fate wide open.
In this hollow ground where the spirits make their home...

"Give me all there is to know, all the secrets to the ancient's
Grant the grace you've always shown, pave the ways of your sworn follower"

Gloomy stares thrown around the fleeting shadow.
Inhaling the herbs most sacred, I come across the holy bridge.
Hours pass, my pleads repeat, yet the only voices that echo are my own.

Cries of anguish rasp around my hold...
"Humble teacher I ask of your guidance, present me the rightful glory"
On the red sands of devotion and worship
the last of the cattle lie scattered and burned.

Detestful screams, infest, wiping out the inner circle.

"My sons and daughters have all been spent.
What more do you ask of me father?"

Fire's heat, back thick smoke, inside the now trap like haven.
"I've given it all, all but one, for the slightest of wisdom's taste..."
Piercing fangs, painted skin, gashdrowned arms lie wide open.
As the calm comes, I catch the sound of final beat
and my soul gives in, transcending deeper into the fade.

8. Grand Tidal Rave

Escaping the furious blaze a spark ignites the path.
The sleep haze fed hills grow taller and darker.
Unforgiving terrain slowly reaches the shelter.
As time passes and hunger starts eating away.

The stench is so profound, even the wolves ignore the bait.
As morning comes the haze is gone, the hills take the shape of plains.
Suddenly the arrow's fired, the shelter breaks.
Another step takes him there, the heard swept under his feet.

Inhibition's face, beyond dread's reach.
A chapter untouched, left forgotten.

No matter the principals or from where they may derive.
This truth is not meant for you. It was never for you to grasp.
The perception will cage you and drive you to fear
and your plague would merely sicken the cause.

Once the threshold is reached there's no more.
This leaves meaning and the sense of all behind,
It is fueled by the one, the one linear line.
A power moving in a single rate, the force behind the arrow's head.

Stepping off the ledge to receive the release of breath.
Willingly giving in he opens into revelation's point.

Beyond the range of high mountains,
where the one awaits
to carry him to the clear recurrent
slide of mind's infinity.

In one motion, emptied, stands a glass of salt.
Filled by the one, his uncertainty drawn dry.
The delivered written word is finally freed
now covered with the blood of his heart.

Life detachment – Erase the curse of rational bonds,
Grand attachment – embrace eternal exhale.

9. Born From The Womb Of Chaos

Born from the womb of chaos.
Shaped and formed by centuries.
A scapegoat with conscience.
I'm venomous shapeless entity.

In countless eyes you have seen me.
A reflection in the pinch black stare.
I have never walked the earth,
but always been present.

When the ages have passed by
my influence has grown stronger.
A cause for a million deaths.
I behold the trail of the dead.

I am darkness, I am death.
Hand in hand with the reaper.
I am suffering, I am sin.
Deadlier than the plague.
I am hatred.

Relentlessly I reign on a throne
built of flesh and blood.

Like poison I run through your veins.
Spreading like a disease without a cure.
Lake an oak in the moonlight,
I cast a shadow over humanity.

Genocide has been committed in my name
as the essence of my unlimited power
has corroded through the weak morality.
kneel as the pathetic human you are.

10. In Wait

I reside in the bleak forgotten.
Always present yet never there.
The bright now has turned its back.
I am part everything and nothing.

I follow as cast through broken gates.
With a cloven heart and damping stare.
Waves of wind blow lies in whisper.
One truth's gleam and a one man army.

Leader of the dead.
Fear, what you can't see.
In sleep, when least expecting it.
In your wait I will strike.

Leader of the blind.
Shining, a poor fools comfort.
A diverted mind brings neglect.
Without the world you will not be.

Waken to the growing cut.
It now serves you a reminder
of what was and always will be.

Drowning in the promised past.
Lungs filled with lost desire.
See all idols wash away.
Fill the ground in fading light.

May your fields turn into dust
and cause a famine for your weak.
Let your children drop to their knees
to serve a true and rightful sire.

I see... I hear... I feel... I breathe
I was... I am

11. Locust Fields Forever

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